Text: Funeral For A Friend. Welcome Home Armageddon. Man Alive.

:
I've got a bone to pick with this
So come on, just say it
If there's a reason to be believed,
Then no-one is hurt.

The pain that it caused, deeper than any wound can make.

Man alive, but feeling dead inside,
Day to day with the daily grind of
Same old shit but different day.

Waving at the opposition,
Ending words with slight convictions.
Spitting in the face of these petty situations.
These situations.

The pain that it caused, deeper than any wound can make.

Man alive, but feeling dead inside,
Day to day with the grind of
Same old shit but different day,
Another habit ready to break.

I'm gonna leave here with my head held high,
There's time enough for wasting if we want.

Consider different ways of seeing the same old things
We're used to seeing now

The pain that it caused, deeper than any wound can make.

Man alive, but feeling dead inside,
Day to day with the daily grind of
Same old shit but different day.

Different day.

(Grazie a Mikela per questo testo)