Fake Problems
"Maestro Of This Rebellious Symphony"

We set our aim on oblivion,
And we gave up on everyone we said we loved.
We turned in our keys,
As they turned in their graves.
We are the souls no God can save.

Yeah, I got rhythm and I got dreams
That move this body across the sea.
Relinquish all doubt in the water below me,
I could write my own damn symphony.