Born into the frame of a slave
growing up to lay in the grave
learning things to use them nowhere
well, that's where they' ve cursed you to dwell

Learning things just to use them nowhere
well, that's where they' ve cursed you to dwell

Cause you were
Born to be dead
into the nightmares that haunt your bed
Born to be rude
into the jail of your solitude

People say that you must obbey
but you cannot hear what they say
you might look like them but inside
- there, a nasty demon you hide

You might look like them but inside
a nasty old deamon you hide

Cause you were
Born to be dead
into the nightmares that haunt your bed
Born to be rude
into the jail of your solitude

For the battles you 've won
and the battles you 've lost
have made you a human-like-ghost
Made you a humanlike ghost

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