he s twenty one years old drift by his father s calls his streets are paved with gold but fools are planning on sell you short don t let them i rather die than live for you and i rather die than die for you too but the panic s swelling under me and i don t know what to do i rather die than live for you they put him in a cube he s just a number now forty years go down the road those dreams are tattered sewn to sewn another life bent to the culls ever since he was shamed with no remorse they took away but i rather die than live for you and i rather die than die for you too but the panic s swelling under me and i don t know what to do i rather die than live for you fuck you i rather die than live for you and i rather die than die for you too general had it right when he set us against the life but i don t fucking know what else to do