Lostprophets - Better Off Dead download song

Lyrics

I wanna talk about a sound, a voice, a freedom, rejoice
I can’t stay silent while you take away our choice
The guns, the armour, the gossip, the drama
The innocent, guilty, we’re all free of karma
The nation, the rules, the patient, the fools
The picket lines inside, to close down schools
A chance we take, the path we tread
You can’t cry 'freedom', when you’re standing on the dead
Nobody put this in me, I only wanna get free
Battered out of hatred, jealousy, envy
Liars, the fakes, the funerals, the wakes
The life we live, you give, it takes
The stones we cast, the future, the past
The laws we break, too slow, too fast
The highs, the lows, we fell, we rose
Wi' happiness or woes, we come and we go…
GO!
I sing revolution while you’re trying to silence me
My resolution for a life I can lead
Adversity has become part of my destiny
I’d rather die on my feet, than ever live on my knees
And all I’m hearing is the news
The shots, the bombs, the plots
We separate and divide, the streets, the blocks
The free, the brave, the dead, the grave
Everyday combat, the ones you couldn’t save
The scars, the cracks, the science, the facts
Religion, control, the knife in our backs
The found, the lost, we pay, the cost
Genocide inside, we’re taken by the cross
Somebody put this in me, I only wanted to see
An end to all this hatred, jealously, envy
The fires, the scrapes, the records, the tapes
The weak, the strong, the love, the hate
The sails, the masts, no future, no past
Abuse we take, too slow, too fast
The highs, the lows, we fell, we rose
Wi' happiness or woes, we come and we go…
GO!
I sing revolution while you’re trying to silence me
My resolution for a life I can lead
Adversity has become part of my destiny
I’d rather die on my feet, than ever live on my
I sing revolution singing 'Oh, are you hearing me?'
My own solution for a new enemy
I close your arms, fall on you, lost in this misery
I’d rather die on my feet, than ever live on my
I’d rather die on my feet, than ever live on my
I’d rather die on my feet, than ever live on my knees
All pray, judge and leaders
You made us, none believers
These graves that you leave us, replace your promised freedom
All pray, judge and leaders
You made us none believers
These graves that you leave us, replace your promised freedom
All pray!