We Are the Dead

We are the dead Smoking broken cigarettes We're fed the world's lies While we struggle to survive Rest your weary head Brush the roaches from the bed Is this real life Where two and two make five Voices drowned out Lost in the crowd Broken souls now Once so proud We are the dead In a world filled with dread Where injustice always wins And the silence never ends In my own body I'm just a guest I feel life's just become a test Is my will that strong That I've made it this long Voices ring out Hands to the air Broken souls now Long for repair Is there anyone around That will leave this forsaken ground And break out Break out