Lyrics Lostprophets

Lostprophets

Better Off Dead

I wanna talk about a sound, a voice, a freedom, rejoice

I can't stay silent while you take away a choice

The guns, the armor, the gossip, the drama

The innocent, guilty, we're all free of karma

The nation, the rules, the patient, the fools

The picket lines designed to close down schools

A chance we take, the path, we tread

You cant cry freedom when your standing on a dent

Nobody puts it in me, I really wanna get free

Had enough of hatred, jealousy, envy

The liars, the fakes, the funerals, the wakes

The life we live, we give, it takes

We stall, we cast, the futures the past

The laws we break to slow to fast

The highs the lows, we fell we rose

Wi' happiness or woes, we come and we go

Go!

I sing revolution, while you're trying to silence me

My resolution for a life I can live

Adversity has become part of my destiny

I'd rather die on my feet, than ever live on my knees

And all I'm hearing is the news, the shots, the bombs the plots

We separate and define the streets, the blocks

The free, the brave, the dead, the grave

The everyday combat the ones we couldn't save

The scars the cracks the science the facts

Religion, control the knife in our backs

The found, the lost, we pay the cost

Genocide inside the tickets but a cross

Somebody put this in me, I really wanna just see

An end to all this hatred, jealously envy

The fires, the script, the records, the tapes

The weak, the strong, the love the hate

The sales the mast, no futures, no past,

Abuse we take, to slow, to fast

The high the low, we fell we rose

??? to come and we go

Go!

I sing revolution, while you're trying to silence me

My resolution for a life I can live

Adversity has become part of my destiny

I'd rather die on my feet, than ever live on my,

I sing revolution, singing oh are you hearing me

I call to arms well how are you lost in this misery

I'd rather die on my feet, than ever live on my,

I'd rather die on my feet, than ever live on my,

I'd rather die on my feet, than ever live on my knees

(Then something else I can't work out)

these graves that you leave us replace no prized freedom

Replace you're promised freedom...