.One hundred years of progress, one hundred years backwards.
People pushing blindly, pushing over all of us.
Forever teen, they want us buried.
Wanting our spirits dead, wanting all hope lost, wanting all of our dreams broken, the beat is being made.
What is it we're marching towards?.
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