When we inhale the first breaths of life And our eyes see for the first time Into a world of shame divided by pain very easily defined When you see yourself alone And you wish you were someone else Induced to believe our problems won't get any worse than they already are The truth is we stand to always fall Hope seems so very far When you see yourself alone And you wish you were someone else Why me? Why am I dwelling here Why me? I'm living in a dying sphere Why me? Slave to cowards with power Why me? Very soon it will be over Where does the answer lie While we talk the planet dies We want you to give a hand That's the purpose of this band We want to help you see What's happening to you and me This place is now to be America land of the greed Stop it no more bullsh** We speakthe truth just let us be Tired of this bullsh** Only our music will set us free