Been wandering our whole lives
In circles past our own demise
Closing in on it day after day
We've looked down to let our footprints guide
Through paths we've walked a thousand times
We've tried to run but our pace wouldn't change
The fear of death keeps us from living life for what it's worth
The irony
You waste your breath on waiting for the day you will become
A memory
If our scars could speak...
Oh, the stories they would tell
Give us what to stand for - we'll follow it through hell
Oh, the stories they would tell
Give us what to stand for - we'll follow it through hell
Each day is a struggle to survive
We break our backs to stay alive
We've given all that we could ever give
Fighting internal wars
Searching for a lost cause to die for
A sorry excuse for a reason to live
A reason to live
The fear of death keeps us from living life for what it's worth
The irony
You waste your breath on waiting for the day you will become
A memory
Become a memory
Accept suffering as your master
There is no lesson without pain
Without pain
All dies in vain