Don't hold your breath,

Goodness has poisoned your brain,

We dead,are dead,

We're just a broken machine,

Just a reflex,

A system shock and a twitch,

We're cut, we bleed,

Our rusty wounds start to itch,

We're cut, we bleed,

We'll drain our problems right here.



And we all crawl,

And we all got a need,

And we all fall,

And we all bleed.



It's not the end,

Though our parts are in disarray,

We dead, are dead,

You taught us how to love and hate,

A hate for some,

And a love for that hate,

We'll fall, we all,

But this isn't our end.