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?