Rise Against

Are there no fighters left here any more?
Are we the generation we've been waiting for?
Or are we patiently burning
Waiting to be saved?
Our heroes our icons
Have mellowed with age
Following rules
That they once disobeyed
Are now being led
When they used to lead the way
[Chorus:]
Do you still believe in all the things that you stood by before?
Are you up and on the front lines?
Or at home keeping score?
Do you care to be the layer of the bricks that seal your fate?
Would you rather be the architect of what we might create?
Laying out the blueprints
They pour down a base
Concrete solutions to slow our decay.
But when they are gone, who the fuck's gonna take their place?
Yeah, will it be the cynic
The critics galore