Testo Death Is Inevitable Sacred Oath
[Rob Thorne]
Donât stand up for what you believe
You might disappear
Wonât go get yourself a reprieve
From the threat of fear
Hope â that dream is fading away
And youâre awake in hell
Dope wonât make it all go away
But you never can tell . . .
Your death is inevitable
Shout, but your voice canât be heard
Your mouth is moving but I canât make the words . . .
Fight, but I canât feel the pain
Thatâs why we call it a game
Kill, come on and do it again
Youâll make it real, the only question is when.
Your death â itâs inevitable
Your brain â itâs inedible
Shout, but your voice canât be heard
Your mouth is moving but I canât make the words . . .
Fight, but I canât feel the pain
Thatâs why we call it a game
Kill, come on and do it again
Youâll make it real, the only question is when.
Your death â itâs inevitable
Your brain â itâs inedible
If I were to look inside your head
For conviction or truth
Iâd come back empty-handed
Save for one rotten wisdom tooth
And if I looked into your heart
For peace or enlightenment
Iâd find a wicked history
That not even I could prevent.
Do you want your life back?
Do you want to live?