Papa Roach

Born With Nothing Die With Everything

fed-up
tired
sick and twisted
one-man army
i'm enlisted
trust yourself trust no one else
fuck a hero be yourself
i don't need your lousy hand-out
clinched fists i'll 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've got to take control
of my mental and my physical
never sheltered from life's hard storms
i was cold but now i am warm
inside i'm warm

searching and finding the truth inside myself
inside myself

my soul was starving
i was born with nothing
i'll die with everything