Is there anything left worth dying for? Because the life you let me live, it has never been my own Lay us in the holes you've dug and we'll turn them into homes we love With all the family and friends, You're the reason we're dressed in black At least I'll die as an honest man in the end And as the rich soars to the skies The poor always buried in the ground What chance did you give? What choice did we have? SUBCULTURE Lay us in the holes you've dug SUBCULTURE We'll turn them into homes we love SUBCULTURE Lay us in the holes you've dug SUBCULTURE That's how you labeled us