Where's the art that protects yourself from the sorrow of our mistakes? Coming down to the line of simple interpretations Who makes the rules in passing down? Who makes the judgment call? Admit to an age you'll save yourself, but who takes the fall? Burn into the troubled hands of what they create Without a line of fire In a declining youth, we clasp our hands amid excursions Yet we strengthen the tide For if short can't see the way, with no plan in sight We ask, but can't already do why Back to birth, the reality of a generation's fate Craving nothing but fools that stare, they can't resist and they care to live on and Born without a sense to see what's coming next Step in the line of fire In a declining youth, we clasp our hands amid excursions Yet we strengthen the tide For if short can't see the end, with no plan in sight We ask, but can't already do why We ask, but can't already do why Jumping for joy at the future, howls for those that write their book A path to rise, but no way without taking a second look Cheating on your only cause, don't need the future, right? Show jokes, ***, in a corner of town, when it's time to find more To keep the stern and place the odds, become the line of fire In a declining youth, we clasp our hands amid excursions Yet we strengthen the tide For if short can't see the way, with no plan in sight We ask, but can't already do why We ask, but can't already do why