I'm nobody singing to nobody, so no one hears the things I say   I've seen what it means to be somebody and I'd much rather fade away   We've been obstinate all along, we haven't given an inch   And when someone asks what it sounds like when you die   I'll tell them it sounds just like this      Raw... Raw... Raw... Raw...   Raw... Raw... Raw... Raw...   Oh... yeah      Take what it is you think you know and trample it under your heels   No compromise, no fear of death, this is how freedom feels   Music is dead and you pretend it's alive, but we aren't living a lie   This is what it sounds like to embrace the truth   This is what it sounds like when you die      Raw... Raw... Raw... Raw...   Raw... Raw... Raw... Raw...   Oh...      Raw rock. Raw rock. Raw rock. Raw rock.   Raw rock. Raw rock. Raw rock. Raw rock.      Raw rock. Raw rock. Raw rock. Raw rock.   Raw rock. Raw rock. Raw rock. Raw rock.