Death Is Never Out Of Fashion

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

cuz 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 single 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 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 mexico

los pobres contra los vampyros ricos

a las zapatistas en chiapas

tienen los huevos, arroz y papas

i haven't slept in 7 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 i see 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

cuz 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