We are deadThe dead are bornThey don’t dieThe worlds are switched around in our eyesWe are deadWhen we think that we are livingHow about we show them the realThe fucked up ideals neglected through timeI do not live to learn anymoreI make mistakes to create reactionsI live for that, so whatSeeing you get off on my errorsThe nails being the works – so essential and straight to the pointThe frame being you – too weak and unsound to stand-aloneWe are deadAnd that is the honest truthHow about we give them the realThe fucked up ideals ruined through timeWe have no reason to continueRather funny when you think it throughWhen you really break it downReactionsReaction