You're out of your mind, out of your head, out of your mind, so close too dead.
Mindless words spoken so clear, words that you and I don't want to here. You've
Gotta wake up, from your sleep, wake up, from your sleep, times are changing,
Mothers are crying, times are changing, babies are dying. You cut down my name, spit
In my face, cry in despair of things that you hate. Countless memories you can't
Leave behind, forcing you to blame it on our time.