Text: Bt. Fight Club Remix.

And you open the door and you step inside
We are inside our hearts
Now imagine your pain is a white ball of healing light...
That's right your pain

The pain itself is a white ball of healing light
I don't think so

This is your life...
Good to the last drop
It doesn't get any better than this
This is your life...
And its ending one minute at a time

This isn't a seminar...
This isn't a weekend retreat...
Where you are now
you can't even imagine what the bottom will be like

Only after disaster can we be resurrected
It's only after you've lost everything that you are free to do anything
Nothing is static
Everything is falling apart

This is your life...
It doesn't get any better than this
This is your life...
And its ending one minute at a time

You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake
You are the same decaying organic matter as everyone else
We are all part of the same compost heap
We are the all-singing all-dancing crap of the world

You are not your bank accounts
You are not the clothes you wear
You are not the contents of your wallet

You are not your bowel cancer

You are not your grande latte
You are not the car you drive
You are not you fucking khakis

You have to give up
You have to give up
You have to realize that someday you will die
Until you know that you are useless

I say let me never be complete
I say may I never be content
I say deliver me from Swedish furniture
I say deliver me from clever art

I say deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth
I say you have to give up
I say roll the ball
And let the chips fall where they may

This is your life...
It doesn't get any better than this
This is your life...
And it's ending one minute at a time

You have to give up...
You have to give up...
I want you to hit me as hard as you can!
I want you to hit me as hard as you can!

Welcome to Fight Club
If this is your first night...
You have to fight