I can't tell the difference   The soap box or the stage   It's just like the process   When wrestling became fake      Genuine believers   Are shunted and sheltered   Who will be remembered?   When they fall and they die by submission      We sing the songs   The songs, the songs of dead wrestlers   My hope is gone   It's gone, it's gone      Believing in something   Can sometimes mean nothing   Conviction can be tamed   Why do you feel ashamed?      Diluted and dumbed down   The edit, the voice sound   My TV, no volume   I can't hear, I just see the lips moving      We sing the songs   (The songs, the songs of dead wrestlers)   My hope is gone   (It's gone, it's gone on dead wrestlers)      We sing the songs   (The songs, the songs of dead wrestlers)   I don't belong   (In songs, in songs of dead wrestlers)      Dead wrestlers   Dead wrestlers   Dead wrestlers      We work hard   We live hard   We work hard   We live hard      We sing the songs   (The songs, the songs of dead wrestlers)   My hope is gone   (It's gone, it's gone on dead wrestlers)      We sing the songs   (The songs, the songs of dead wrestlers)   I don't belong   (In songs, in songs of dead wrestlers)      We sing the songs   (Your politics are pantomime)   (The songs, the songs of dead wrestlers)   My hope is gone   (Your punches miss me every time)   (It's gone, it's gone on dead wrestlers)      We sing the songs   (Maybe I'll see you on the other side)   (The songs, the songs of dead wrestlers)   When we have nowhere left to hide