Avant-Garde

Separate, not a part of the heard
Not obligated to be more than anything that we are.
You live your lives in hallowed lies,
And we can't relate.
We're seen but not be heard.
And if I had to give my thoughts on the matter 
Well then. It's absurd.
We're not the type to run and hide,
So sit and rotate.

You don't like it? We don't care.
We don't expect too much from you.
Not an ounce of breath was wasted hoping to
Gain your approval.
I've met your kind, and I've seen the signs.
You only feign indifference.
But in the stark contrast you must know
That we're not the ones made to follow.

Try to walk this path of change.
It looks and feels so strange.
We don't have time to wait.
Now, we can not be contained
Now do you love your cage?
We never hesitate.

It's just the way it is,
We've got no fucks to give.
Envy this life of sin,
We've got no fucks to give.
Keep talking all your shit.
We've got no fucks to give.
This is the life we live.
We've got no fucks to give.