Anthem of the Defects

The sound of pounding feet echoes down the hall.
Shadows rise and dance, they writhe in the
flickering lights of society; unwelcoming.
Teenagers—the wild ones—storm through
the empty building with faces painted for war.
Black chipped nails, tattered banners stream
behind them declaring “We are the Rebels.”
They are the shadows, and the shadows are them.
Called to arms, they demand the world to change.
We are the rejects, an army of defects,
you will hear our war cry, our rebellious plea.
No longer will we hide, we won’t back down.
We’re taking over, we have something to live for.
We have thousands of words, hanging on the tips
of our tongues just waiting to be screamed out.
Our fire burns bright, our anthem rings out,
we stand tall because we stand together.
This is the anthem of the defects, a war
cry from the rejects, we are the wild ones.