Crouched on the landingnMuscles coiled and readynTo fight for understandingnWith everyone I knownnWe've been walking sidewaysnWaiting for the cold daysnFinding strength in numbersnOn the ocean floornnYour daddy's on firenYour mommy's a liarnnWe're thinking with our brainsnLiving in our veinsnSwimming in our skinnGrinning through our painnnDrawing fifty fine linesnYou and me we hate timenWe get bored, we bleed and we dienWe never had controlnnOnce the tigers have been tamednThey won't remember their own namesnThey only use their claws in the daysnnThey're counting off in twosnThey're shaking in their shoesnThey're taking in the viewnEverything to lose