The cheers for the cheerleaders

We're not going anywhere fast
we run, we run!
but our feet never touch the ground
(never moving on)
if only we could move on
we still stand to watch ourselves
Fall behind
one by one falling down
the markings in the sky
match the bruises on my face
Marks of desperation!
its all thats left...
this endless struggle
that keeps us bound to the past
(i'm tied so fucking tight to this downfall)
these chains of torment
Must be broken!
We must be freed!
Set us free!