Am I?

Your strength is a source that has weakened with age,
Your rules are something you'll no longer obey,
But when they are gone, what the fuck's gonna take their place?
You say that you're solid, you say that you're sure,
I say that's pathetic, you're nothing - I'm more,
And when they all learn, I will laugh - laugh right in your face!

Am I still all the things you saw, those things that I once was?
Am I still all this fire, am I still for a cause,
Well maybe I'm pathetic, and maybe I'm the same,
But I'll keep hoping you can't break this mould in which I'm made.