Forty one ways to die
One strong will to live
World's gone all awry
Faith is the battlefield
Tender, I feel
And the wheels turn
To fortify a design of free will
Forty one ways to die
One strong pain to feel
Strapped to a suicide
With just one more place to be
Tender, I feel
And the wheels turn
To fortify a design of free will
We test, we form, we fear, we tilt
We strive, we fall, we want, we k**
And we hail, and we doubt
And with all waisted
We heal, and we call
We atone kneeled here
And will stray fortified
In a windfall