"This is what we own
Here come battle scars
This is where we are
Here come battle scars
Living for the reasons
of the dead that moved to
paper from their heads
into my fingers
and my neck leaving me
strangled by the rent
I have no purpose in this land
have I forgotten how to stand up
with the humor and the need
I've got to find a way to be
I just turn up the stereo
I can't survive without the cold
This culture's fallen off its feet
I've got to find a brand new beat
beat (beat) beat
beat (beat) beat
beat (beat) beat
"
