"How do I feel for thee? Your smile brings disease. 'Cause we're young, willing from the start."

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Its nights like these when we feel most alive

We felt like kings sitting on our leather thrones
As the sound of amateur musicians fill the air
and the laughs from gestures out pour from our mouths

The smells of summer were on our noses

As we tell the tales of the explorations the we have yet to complete
We are called to assemble....

Its nights like this that make me want to be 16 forever

I never want to wake up from this extraordinary dream
The dream of falling asleep as our sides split from a photo play

This elite group of adolescents aids me as my camarilla
Any challenge that may surface is never to much for my comrades.

Arise boys!

We ride these streets , screaming at the top of our voices
The summer air fills our lungs as we make our rounds
Speeding past others in the memories we make

Though we are not bonded in blood,
we are a band of brothers

I marvel at others bravery for stepping apart,
But as we may take a step each day towards death physically
Mentally we will always be one

We watch as morbid prophecies are fulfilled
yet we stand strong

Others wish they could have what we have
Others claim they have what we have
Others despise what we have

Stick together boys! There is one thing I'm sure of
We are heroes in a dying generation