We die alone,
Sad fact of life
But you're getting old
And there's a certain set of things
You gotta know:
You're not special
You're not even close
Stop fighting,
you're losing your will to live
I can see it in your glazed-over eyes
Disappointment lies in your wasted youth
The sad fact is you never had a chance.

You're still not getting it
The sad fact that you're still not questioning
I've been telling you since 2010
Freedom is still a [bad word] lie.

They've been walking round my town
Like they own the ground
Now they're hanging upside down
Tell me, who's the big man now?
Not [bad word] you.
Your ideology stinks like [bad word] I don't wanna be any part of it

Tell me, who's the big man now?

We will all die alone
There is no light
There is no way out.