conformity and uniforms we re brainwashed from the day we re born and every day we re living dead repeating all the lies we re fed sock monkeys and leather bears unite against the billionaires trade ideas or hug it out cause isn t that what life s about if i could shed a tear i d think about them every day of every fucking year it s in every winter s day as i see my shadow fade away it would seem that every humble plea dictates a door without a key these dilapidated broken bones in this empty shell that i call my home all point at me at the same way to cloudy skies and early graves and they all sing a song to follow them to cask and urn where they all say that i belong apoyo la lucha en mxico los pobres contra los vampyros ricos a las zapatistas en chiapas tienen los huevos arroz y papas i haven t slept in seven weeks my voice is gone can t hardly speak and something s hurt too deep inside but it s coming out where it can t hide if i could shed a tear i d think about them every day of every fucking year and they all sing a song to follow them to cask and urn where they all say that i belong  and so everywhere the dead buried underground and in my head and now the risk is crystal clear i might kill myself from living here but what is life but constant changing i d take it all and rearrange it cause what is there to fucking fear we re stagnating wish you were here if i could shed a tear i d think about them every day of every fucking year and they all sing a song to follow them to cask and urn where they all say that i belong