I am so damn fucking sick of it all
I want to be strong, but instead I am old
I'm an old man on his way to the grave
I thought I was free, but I'm only a slave

No control
I'm not brave
Can not stand
In a grave

I can not see why you think life is good
Wouldn't God help if he knew that he could?
We think we're heroes, but we are just slaves
And we just live to die in our graves

No control
I'm not brave
Can not stand
In a grave

You are so narrow and I am a madman
And you can not see the big cage we do live in