There is a fire undying in all of us
One in which we can endure no more
Now pretending to give us a reason to die
When you've lost your heart and mind

A formula produced is a formula abused
Only guaranteeing temporary satisfaction
And pretending to give your heart, your mind
In the meantime dying inside

So what have you done when you've killed through song?
Well you know I'm never gonna be the one to use
My words for anything I don't hold true
And I won't have it any other way