Nothing suffocates you more than
The passing of everyday human events
And isolation is the oxygen mask you make
Your children breath into survive
But I'm not a slave to a god
That doesn't exist
But I'm not a slave to a world
That doesn't give a shit
And when we were good
You just closed you eyes
So when we are bad
We'll scar your minds
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
You'll never grow up to be a
Big-rock-star-celebrated-victim-of-your-fame
They'll just cut our wrists like cheap coupons
And say that death was on sale today
And when we were good
You just closed you eyes
So when we are bad
We'll scar your minds
But I'm not a slave to a god
That doesn't exist
But I'm not a slave to a world
That doesn't give a shit
The death of one is a tragedy
The death of one is a tragedy
The death of one is a tragedy
The death of a million is just a statistic
But I'm not a slave to a god
That doesn't exist
But I'm not a slave to a world
That doesn't give a shit
But I'm not a slave to a god
That doesn't exist
But I'm not a slave to a world
That doesn't give a shit
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
Writer(s): John Lowery, Marilyn Manson
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