What great risk to truly livenWe could die alonenOur self-proclaimed meaning of bliss is getting what we're owed.nIt's always getting what we're owednI am like a machine, all that I really need is medicine and then I'll fall fast asleepnIn my dreamlike state, I'll pretend I'm unscathednbut when I wake up, my resilience fadesnWhen I wake up, my resilience fadesnHow long?nnI know there's more to life than slaverynI'm tired of dyingnI know there's more to life than drinking this soul-sick medicinennOh no, no I'll never listen to what I'm toldnAt twenty-four, you'd think I'd hold my speechnInstead, I'll mix you a cocktail, nsome truth and some slandernand never practice what I preachnI never practice what I preachnnI know there's more to life