When the purpose started being covered with grime And the triumph of life amazed me For the first and only time I've got to cry to catch the goddam breath I was born in 1983 ♪ Left alone, uncovered and exposed Give me something to believe in Give me something to die for You need someone to drive your knives in it It won't be the same without me With the sound of a dying industry Our faith is slowly shattering in a hell of dead end streets No fucking wars to die in it, no fucking honor roll It's hard to be proud of what's been done ♪ I'm the target of so many sick ways of control Don't need someone to believe in me, fuck it i don't need it Anymore. Overrate your past Go drown your hearts into the mud With the sound of a dying industry Our faith is slowly shattering in a hell of dead end streets No fucking wars to die in it, no fucking honor roll It's hard to be proud of what's been done It's hard to be proud of what's been done Yeah!