| This is the reason why I can't sleep tonight | |
| they're killing on my left | |
| dying on my right | |
| Everywhere I look fills me with fear | |
| beliefs I once had become so unclear. | |
| I dare to rub out the lines draw from a new idea | |
| but I'm stuck in this prison | |
| stuck in this prison | |
| no one can help me break free | |
| Born sick commanded to be well | |
| stuck in a losing struggle | |
| it's a dark existence meaningless and cold | |
| impossible to escape from | |
| Trapped inside this fist of rage | |
| held down by the hand that made me | |
| there is no escape while the shepherds block the gates | |
| Now do I qualify for survival | |
| I don't fear death like an American idol | |
| are we the ones that have to bleed | |
| what luck that we don't think | |
| Silent screams who wants to testify | |
| instinctively we try to hide | |
| breathlessly I hope to re-design | |
| how I think amongst all these painted smiles | |
| Nothing is set in stone | |
| we fuel the machine that feeds of the death of our own | |
| nothing is what it seems | |
| we follow the trend that keeps us in time | |
| what is real? | |
| Nothing is set in stone | |
| we fuel the machine that's feeds of the death of our own | |
| Straight away I wont hesitate to call you out | |
| straight away I can see that your all afraid | |
| its time to make up your own mind its time to make yourselves | |
| Rectify beliefs | |
| I won't be held down by the hand that made me |