The Fight Song

Nothing suffocates you more than the passing of everyday human events
Isolation is the oxygen mask you're making children breathe into to survive

But I'm not a slave to god that doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to a world that doesn't give a shit

And when we were good
You just close your eyes
So when we are bad
We'll scar your minds

Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

You'll never grow up to be a big rock star
Celebrated victim of your fame
Just cut our wrists like cheap coupons
And say that "death was on sale today"

And when we were good
You just close your eyes
So when we are bad
We'll scar your minds

But I'm not a slave to god that doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to a world that doesn't give a shit

The death of one is a tragedy
The death of one is a tragedy
The death of one is a tragedy
The death of a million is just a statistic

But I'm not a slave to god that doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to a world that doesn't give a shit
But I'm not a slave to god that doesn't exist
And I'm not a slave to a world that doesn't give a shit

Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

La Cancion De La Pelea

Nada te sofoca mas que el pasar de los diarios eventos humanos
El aislamiento es la mascara de oxigeno
Que hace que tus niños respiren para sobrevivir

Pero yo no soy esclavo de un Dios que no existe
Y yo no soy esclavo de un mundo al que no le importa una mi*rda

Y cuando eramos buenos
Tu solo cerraste tus ojos
Entonces cuando somos malos..
Rasgaremos sus mentes

Pelea! Pelea! Pelea! Pelea!
Pelea! Pelea! Pelea! Pelea!

Nunca creceras para ser una gran estrella de rock
Victima celebrada de tu fama
Solo cortan nuestras muñecas
como cupones baratos
Y dicen "la muerte esta en venta hoy"

Y cuando eramos buenos
Tu solo cerraste tus ojos
Entonces cuando somos malos..
Rasgaremos sus mentes

Pero yo no soy esclavo de un Dios que no existe
Y yo no soy esclavo de un mundo al que no le importa una mi*rda

La muerte de uno es una tragedia
La muerte de uno es una tragedia
La muerte de uno es una tragedia
La muerte de millones es solo una estadistica


Pero yo no soy esclavo de un Dios que no existe
Y yo no soy esclavo de un mundo al que no le importa una mi*rda

Pelea! Pelea! Pelea! Pelea!
Pelea! Pelea! Pelea! Pelea!