I'm at the end of my rope
And so are others
When no one is alive
Who will take back the power?

And that's alright for the politician
There'll be no witnesses to your crimes
And you've clenched your fists
To ask all of us to rise

And that's alright for God
You've conquered death
You're one of them
Ain't ya?

And that's alright for dead people
Who keep their eyes closed
To violence
They're rotten to the ******* core

To the dead
There's no war
And when we fall in line
There will be no resistance

Often for a disturbed mind
The possibility of dying draws near day by day
Will our fury be enough to wake up God?
Or is he one of the dead, too