We haven't slept in days. 
These bones help carry the weight of my head 
My friends are much too weary 
We are the dead, and we will not stay buried 
for we haven't slept in days 
The dawn of ancient worries, now 

So live and transmit your two cents 
to those who need their consumption of it 
Your courage only spills through fingertips! 
So please throw your fit, and update us so we'll click it. 
In somnamblistic suits and ties do we confide. 

Reborn, we're rising again 
The silver spoons in our mouths will someday bend 
As thorns encircle our heads 
We're put to the test, we're wrecked 
We've slipped in the mud again 

 [bad word] around here again,and I can start to feel it 
planting a seed in my head and work to cultivate 
 [bad word] around here again, and it begins to feel 
just like a mental straight jacket. 
It's time to pull the thread, and break the bind 

Reborn, we're rising again 
The silver spoons in our mouths will someday bend 
As thorns encircle our heads 
We're put to the test, we're wrecked 
We've slipped in the mud again