Checkpoints, borders, fears growing colder You turn it into mash and sort it into folders If a tear comes streaming, kill that feeling You're growing a 'stache and say that you're older Before we turn into numbers, one part of me believes Before we turn into numbers, there's more for you to be You're a maniac Looking for justice Human nature, violent creature Who's your objector, who made you a bleeder You heal your wounds, then kill your feeder You blame the obscure, you're afraid of the future Before we turn into numbers, one part of me believes Before we turn into numbers, there's more for you to be You're a maniac Looking for justice You're guilty as charged, you're an obvious bluffer You're lost, but your looking for justice If you weren't a maniac, I would feel sorry for you When it's all too late, you will understand This battle was for real, and it's worth it's name If you weren't a maniac, I would feel sorry for you