Born With Nothing, Die With Everything
(Papa Roach)
Fed-up
Tired
Sick and twisted
One-man army
I'm enlisted
Trust yourself trust no one else
Fuck a hero be yourself
I don't need your lousy hand-out
Clinched fists i'll fight my way out
Fighting my way out
Find my way out
People wake up and sing along
I trust no one
My trust is gone
Born with nothing
Die with everything
In a daze
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