There's something stirring in my soul
Something pushing at my door
Life has become, a bore I have no feelings anymore
Am I dead, I must be dead
But take a little piece of me
Am I dead, I must be dead
Something's scratching at my head
It whispers softly it says
Are we alive or are we dead
I don't believe the things I see
It's only dead and misery
It's only death and misery
Then we are dead, we are dead More from Anti-nowhere League