Get out

(He's) At the bar drinkin' again

(She's) Popping pills in her nightgown

(The child) Sleeps through the night

Lungs filled with tar; mommies cigarette lullaby

(The kid's) Grown to a man now

(Shell) Of what he could of been

The face of failure in man

The face of man in me

Every time I go to sleep I pray escape elates me

We're all inbreds, turmoiled heads

Expecting someone else to make the bed we lay in

Depravity is all we've ever known

This is the sad, hard fact of life

We are born to live; we are born to die

Conform to a world that needs your abiding body for its own goals

A world of man, hate and mistrust; born from disgust

(Born from disgust)

Get up

You don't need to tell me you're crazy; your pupils dilate

I feel your heart beat racing as your standing at the foot of a grave

Ending life is a human right; so you say

Consume the world we live in more every working day

Every human on this Earth has a debt to pay

Death is the release; release Spira from suffering

Death is a mistress that caresses your head

She'll lure you to bed with sweet promises of rest

Death is a mistress that caresses your head

She'll lure you to bed with sweet promises of rest

This is the sad, hard fact of life

We are born to live and die

Conform to a world that needs your abiding body for its own goals

A world of man, hate and mistrust; born from disgust

The blames on us all

A race to fame

Oh, we'll toil in despair

You couldn't care

We're all bystanders

Standing by the creed

Live, conform & die

Another family of mouths to feed