I would love to tell the winners To rise and step out on the frame So that all could see their faces And know that they're the ones to blame They all would tell me I was strung out and enraged Without any hope of ever Meaning anything To anyone that's ever known me deeper Than my given name I should put my head back down And be afraid Or be erased I would love to tell those sleepers To watch their fathers graves And if he should ever wake up Their lot should be the same Same But they all would tell me I was strung out and enraged Without any hope of ever Meaning anything To anyone that's ever known me deeper Than my given name I should put my head back down And be afraid Or be erased Or be erased We've been so kind Like a batter to the ball Said we've been so blind Like cattle to the call Now what if we rise And started to rebel If you don't mind I'll lead you to your cell (Welcome to your home) They all would tell me I was strung out and enraged (Welcome to your home) Without any hope of ever Meaning anything To anyone that's ever known me deeper Than my given name I should put my head back down And be afraid Anyone that's ever known me deeper Than my given name So I should put my head back down And be afraid Or be erased