Born Dead Songtext

von Silverstein

You call this a privilege. No, I call it allright.
There’s no respect for life; no compromising, coverage denied.
So sit behind your desk and tell me how I’m supposed to feel inside.
You know I’m slowly dying, how long I have left is for you to decide.

We keep on suffering everyday. We’re victims of opportunity.
One nation under God they said. We are all born.

Dead and rotting bodies fill the fields in the east.
There’s no respect for life; it never stops. Is this what makes us free?
So flex your muscle as you barricade the whole world, piece by piece.
How long until the oceans overflows into our yards and streets?

We keep on suffering everyday. We’re victims of opportunity.
One nation under God they said.
We are all pawns. We are all sheep. We are all born dead.

We can’t escape this until we unify as one.
I’ll fight the sickness, until my time has come.

We keep on suffering everyday. We’re victims of opportunity.
One nation under God they said.
We are all pawns.
We keep on suffering everyday. We’re victims of opportunity.
One nation under God they said.
We are all pawns. We are all sheep. We are all born dead.