young hearts don't always beat to standard verse & chorus.
we'll deviate from your script & fake our own deaths tonight.
we've plotted our escape,
using these instruments & a corrupt language,
with voices stronger than those projected.
the stage is set, but the set's a fake.
we refuse to memorize the soundtrack to your racket.
and i will not choreograph the next distraction.
interruption is music to our ears.
everything written down is an act.