Born too soon and dead the same Is this the way we all have paved? A path to walk and nothing more A fleeting glimpse and through the door Life can be a cruel jest The more you change you're like the rest Try to run but only crawl Break away into the all Vision weak Future bleak Backs are breaking In this stink Work to live But you don't Want to get out You won't They always push you back down You've had enough still no sound When will you wake rise from the grave Or be a slave for another day For another day For another day For another day Blind to sight deaf to sound Change is coming look around Blind to sight deaf to sound Face the change stand your ground Born too soon Born too soon Born too soon And dead the same.