1914 1.: Rays stinging the back Powder and Dust Settled in the lungs The Sun is stealing my gasp The rest of my breath Replaced by my excitement My excitement R.: No, don't make me go! No, I do not feel grown! I don't feel ready Ready for this! No, don't make me go! No, I do not feel grown! I don't feel ready Ready for this! 2.: Mark of flares are up high Shining bright Neverending moments We need to feed ourselves Not our guns, Sir Try to think outside the box Go And think outside the bomb R.: No, don't make me go! No, I do not feel grown! I don't feel ready Ready for this! No, don't make me go! No, I do not feel grown! I don't feel ready Ready for this! INSTRUMENTAL R.: No, don't make me go! I do not feel grown! I don't feel ready Ready for this! No, don't make me go! I don't feel grown! Ready for this