Look at him, they said
Clinging to a lost romanticism
Silly boy, they screamed,
Your kind died in the 80s,
You'll never see a revival

They cried,
Your honor is a myth,
Your caring is to be extinguished,
Your freedom will be turned to conformity

We will corrode your mind
We will change your ways
You will think like us
Your ideas are too radical
As long as you are an enemy of the current trend
You're an enemy of us

They told me my ideas were too radical, that i'll never change a thing
That my kind died out in the 80s, that i'm all alone
That i shouldn't care so much, that it will hurt more people

So if i'm such a huge minority
why do they go to such ridiculous lengths to change me?
So I say to you,
Who's really afraid of who?