I gave up the fight, that's me to the life.
And I closed my eyes and lost my reasons to die.
And I had the choice to raise my voice but
without a crowd I'm not so strong and I know...
One more revolution is fading in my living room.
Fucked up generation, everything is dead and gone, dead and gone.
A punch in the face, a rat in the race,
from me to you, that's what they want me to do.
And I fell in line, I sold my mind.
The riots have gone.
I can't do anything by my own.
Dead and gone, dead and gone...