There is a fire undying in all of us   One in which we can endure no more   Now pretending to give us a reason to die   When you've lost your heart and mind      A formula produced is a formula abused   Only guaranteeing temporary satisfaction   And pretending to give your heart, your mind   In the meantime dying inside      So what have you done when you've killed through song?   Well you know I'm never gonna be the one to use   My words for anything I don't hold true   And I won't have it any other way