Letra de We write our own anthems

Can you tell from the way we wear our scars so well?
We´ve got a reason to be cynical.
You can tell from the razorblades we smuggle in our mouths...
we´ve got a reason to be critical.
We´ve got nowhere to go and everyone knows
that´s how it goes around here.
We´ve got stacks and piles of dead .WAV files.
Nobody smiles around here.
So we stopped dropping quarters in the wishing well.
We don´t need it. We don´t need another love song.
We don´t need it. I know you´re not speaking to me.
We´re all sick of standing in line waiting to die.
We´ve got reasons to think it´s pitiful.
We´ve got a new way to dance, a new way to move.
We write our own rules around here.
We´ve got piles and stacks of dead soundtracks.
We write our own anthems down here.
We write our own rules and we write our own anthems.