Been wandering our whole lives In circles past our own demise Closing in on it day after day We've looked down to let our footprints guide Through paths we've walked a thousand times We've tried to run but our pace wouldn't change The fear of death keeps us from living life for what it's worth The irony You waste your breath on waiting for the day you will become A memory If our scars could speak... Oh, the stories they would tell Give us what to stand for - we'll follow it through hell Oh, the stories they would tell Give us what to stand for - we'll follow it through hell Each day is a struggle to survive We break our backs to stay alive We've given all that we could ever give Fighting internal wars Searching for a lost cause to die for A sorry excuse for a reason to live A reason to live The fear of death keeps us from living life for what it's worth The irony You waste your breath on waiting for the day you will become A memory Become a memory Accept suffering as your master There is no lesson without pain Without pain All dies in vain