Papa Roach - Born With Nothing, Die With Everything

Born With Nothing, Die With Everything

fed-up
tired
sick and twisted
one-man army
imenlisted
trust yourself trust no one else
fuck a hero be yourself
i dont need your lousy hand-out
clinched fists i will 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
die with everything
in a daze
these days go by
faster and faster i speed through life
now i have got to take control
of my mental and my physical
never sheltered from lifes hard storms
i was cold but now imwarm
inside imwarm
searching and finding the truth inside myself
inside myself
my soul was starving
i was born with nothing
i will die with everything