The system is broken, the machine needs repair

Condition critical

The stone in the gears, the sum of your fears

A free radical

A better tomorrow, survive through the sorrow

Of hypocrisy

The feeling is hollow when you beg, steal and borrow

For your liberty

All that was and all that is

All that takes the all that gives

All that hates the all that loves

All that pushes all that shoves

All that fucks and all that fights

All that kisses sweet goodnights

All the virgins, all the whores

All the less take all the more

Your feigned crucifixion is just blasphemous fiction

Like all that you hold dear

My heroes have died and the movies all lied

I'm still standing here

A bullet in the head would take away the sorrow

A bullet in the head would take away the lie

A bullet in the head would take away tomorrow

A bullet in the head, but I don't want to die