The believers are naivenFaith will only lead you astraynStanding on the brink of total destructionnWith failure at our side and disappointment in our looksnThe coffin nailed shutnNow you must think of all you've taken for grantednAnd what you'll miss when your heart stopsnNow you're the victimnWriting your own obituarynScarred for your trespassnThe bullets that you've dodged all these yearsnAre turning and coming your waynIn this the age of the weak and the vulnerablenWe stand for the always recklessnCursed by fatenGuided by misfortunenAnd we'll act without hesitationnTo black the eyes of faithnDriven by disgust and resentmentnBecause we're alwaysnCursed by fatenGuided by misfortune