Testo What To Be

where are all the thing i use to know? whatever happened to them?
where did they all go? and maybe we'll find a way,
to live in defeat, in this disarray.

don't tell us what to be, cause you can't hear our plea,
don't tell us what to say, societies mistake.

what is going on inside our heads? something's wrong with us, half of us are dead.
and maybe we'll find a cure,
so we don't all die to make our blood pure.

society has turned us into slaves.
that's what's wrong with us, conformity's to blame.
and i think we should rebel,
to bring us to bliss and save us from hell.