We are the free thinkers The wild young things Where each different kiss Doesn't really mean anything We are the paint on the walls We watch the bricks as they fall Wanna make them recognize me For what I want me to be I want the boom of the drums Middle fingers in their face The music's too good to miss So let the fireworks fill the space We are the paint on the walls We watch the bricks as they fall Wanna make them recognize me For what I want me to be The collision Our hearts Exploding to the beat Connection The art Your story is all I'll ever need The color The lights The flashes through our minds Your hands In mine They stay with me all my life