Bracelets and paint,
Black clothes, black hair,
For opinions
We do not care.
We are an army,
We stand united,
All of our lives
We felt misguided.
Then five prophets came up,
With a bass so low,
A voice so soothing
They rock every show.
Guitars so heavy,
Lyrics yet leading.
To hold from self-harm
And stop the bleeding.
Like a storm coming up,
They crashed in on my mind.
And in all of their songs
A reason is to find.
They keep us together,
As one strong team.
We're more vulnerable
Than we may seem.
But still we stand together,
We will make it out alive.
We created our plight
With a pen and a knife.
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