[Rob Thorne]

Dont stand up for what you believe
You might disappear
Wont go get yourself a reprieve
From the threat of fear
Hope that dream is fading away
And youre awake in hell
Dope wont make it all go away
But you never can tell . . .

Your death is inevitable

Shout, but your voice cant be heard
Your mouth is moving but I cant make the words . . .
Fight, but I cant feel the pain
Thats why we call it a game
Kill, come on and do it again
Youll make it real, the only question is when.

Your death its inevitable
Your brain its inedible

Shout, but your voice cant be heard
Your mouth is moving but I cant make the words . . .
Fight, but I cant feel the pain
Thats why we call it a game
Kill, come on and do it again
Youll make it real, the only question is when.

Your death its inevitable
Your brain its inedible

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

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