[Rob Thorne]

Don’t stand up for what you believe
You might disappear
Won’t go get yourself a reprieve
From the threat of fear
Hope – that dream is fading away
And you’re awake in hell
Dope won’t make it all go away
But you never can tell . . .

Your death is inevitable

Shout, but your voice can’t be heard
Your mouth is moving but I can’t make the words . . .
Fight, but I can’t feel the pain
That’s why we call it a game
Kill, come on and do it again
You’ll make it real, the only question is when.

Your death – it’s inevitable
Your brain – it’s inedible

Shout, but your voice can’t be heard
Your mouth is moving but I can’t make the words . . .
Fight, but I can’t feel the pain
That’s why we call it a game
Kill, come on and do it again
You’ll make it real, the only question is when.

Your death – it’s inevitable
Your brain – it’s inedible

If I were to look inside your head
For conviction or truth
I’d come back empty-handed
Save for one rotten wisdom tooth
And if I looked into your heart
For peace or enlightenment
I’d find a wicked history
That not even I could prevent.

Do you want your life back?
Do you want to live?