(Verse 1) We grew up where the pixels would shine, Dial-up tones were the soundtrack to time. We burned CDs and passed them around, Our world was wired, but our hearts were unbound. (Pre-Chorus) Cartoons on Saturdays, blockbusters at night, Flip phones and AIM under covers, no lights. We’re the echoes of a simpler age, Living legends on a MySpace page. (Chorus) We are the kids from another time, Born in the static, raised in the rhyme. Pop-punk dreams and the glow of the screen, Living out life in a digital scene. We’re not forgotten; we’re holding the flame, Writing our story where history remains. (Verse 2) We chased the sun in low-rise jeans, Choker necklaces and old-school dreams. Burnt our fingers on arcade flames, Caught in the magic of simpler games. (Pre-Chorus) VHS tapes and mixtape vibes, Dance pads, Napster, a digital high. We’re the spark in a fading glow, Still holding on to what they don’t know. (Chorus) We are the kids from another time, Born in the static, raised in the rhyme. Pop-punk dreams and the glow of the screen, Living out life in a digital scene. We’re not forgotten; we’re holding the flame, Writing our story where history remains. (Bridge) We knew the world before the screens ruled, A little analog, a little cool. We’re the last of the in-between, A neon dream on a faded scene. (Chorus) We are the kids from another time, Born in the static, raised in the rhyme. Pop-punk dreams and the glow of the screen, Living out life in a digital scene. We’re not forgotten; we’re holding the flame, Writing our story where history remains. (Outro) So here’s to the nights we’ll never forget, To the memories locked in a VHS set. The kids from the late ’90s and Y2K, Our time may be gone, but we’re here to stay. (Outro 2) So here’s to the nights we’ll never forget, To the memories locked in a VHS set. The kids from the late ’90s and Y2K, Our time may be gone, but we’re here to stay.