Virtue Signals
Reckless Youth: Embracing Impetuous Freedom in Kid You Not's 'Virtue Signals'
Lyrics
we were just kids
We were in our youth.
who never knew what redemption meant
We lacked understanding of redemption.
we threw caution to the wind
We acted without considering consequences.
full of impetuous contempt
We were full of reckless disdain.
4am on an open road
At 4 am on a deserted road.
we were running
We were on the move.
we were searching
We were searching for something.
we had a burning in our guts
We felt a strong desire within.
the seperation felt so good
Separation from the norm felt satisfying.
hot blood, wild hearts
We had passionate, unrestrained energy.
no motive for reckless abandon
No clear reason for impulsive actions.
sworn off from the start
We had decided against restraint from the beginning.
disregarded
We were ignored or dismissed.
thick skin, sharp tongues
We had tough exteriors and spoke boldly.
no purpose but aimless rebellion
No specific purpose, just rebellious actions.
so keen to be written off
We were eager to be overlooked or condemned.
we were just kids
We were still young.
we were cocksure of what we said
We were overly confident in our words.
with no formula or plan
No fixed plan or guideline.
no real belief in anything
We lacked sincere belief in anything.
we weren't so delicate back then
We were not fragile at that time.
we were hungry,
We were ambitious and driven.
we were sick,
We were unwell, possibly in a metaphorical sense.
the setting was volatile it seemed
The environment was unstable.
hearts like matches and gasoline
Our emotions were volatile like matches and gasoline.
hot blood, wild hearts
We still had passionate, unrestrained energy.
no motive for reckless abandon
No clear reason for impulsive actions.
sworn off from the start
We had decided against restraint from the beginning.
disregarded
We were ignored or dismissed.
thick skin, sharp tongues
We had tough exteriors and spoke boldly.
no purpose but aimless rebellion
No specific purpose, just rebellious actions.
so keen to be written off
We were eager to be overlooked or condemned.
born to this come what may
We were destined for whatever comes our way.
no real choices in anything
We had limited real choices.
we're all burning with wreckless angst
We all feel a burning, reckless unease.
the only winning move is not to play
The best choice is to avoid participating.
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