Yeah, we're all in a race, a race to the bottom

Still playing for pennies, they call it 'paying our dues'

What will it take to not feel hollow

While we're so desperately failing

And we abandon our dreams?

Be a monument for the living

Not a puppeteer for the dead

We both know history won't be forgiving

Write our names in the wet cement

Tell me what is so great of a generation

So unable to love and unwilling to learn?

Being afraid is the new hallelujah

When they light torches for bully pulpits

Looking for witches to burn

Be a monument for the living

Not a puppeteer for the dead

We both know history won't be forgiving

Write our names in the wet cement

I used to laugh when all my heavy metal heroes started losing their hair

Now everyday I try not to lose my fucking mind

And we're here with the junkies getting high on our thoughts and prayers

With the future untold, a future on hold, a future stolen and sold

We are living monuments, we are living monuments

Let’s write our names in the wet cement

I was born to love

Not born to die