P/Papa Roach/Born with Nothing, Die with Everything
Fed up and tired, sick and twisted One man army, I'm enlisted Trust yourself, trust no one else Fuck a hero, be yourself And I don't need your lousy hand-out Clinched fists I'll fight my way out Fighting my way out, find my way out
People wake up and sing along I trust no one, my trust is gone Born with nothing (born with nothing), die with everything Born with nothing (born with nothing), die with everything Yeah
In a daze these days go by Faster and faster I speed through life Now I've got to take control of my mental and my physical Never sheltered from life's hard storms I was cold but now I am warm, but inside I'm warm (Now I am warm)
People wake up and sing along I trust no one, my trust is gone Born with nothing (born with nothing), die with everything Born with nothing (born with nothing), die with everything Yeah
Searching and finding the truth inside myself Searching and finding the truth inside myself Inside myself
Searching, finding, truth
Fed up and tired, sick and twisted One man army, I'm enlisted Trust yourself, trust no one else Fuck a hero, be yourself And I don't need your lousy hand-out Clinched fists I'll fight my way out Fighting my way out, find my way out
Born with nothing and die with everything Born with nothing and die with everything Born with nothing and die with everything
My soul was starving I was born with nothing (born with nothing), I'll die with everything Yeah
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