Death Is Never Out of Fasion

Conformity and uniforms
we're brainwashed from the day we're born
and every day we're living dead
repeating all the lies we're fed
sumarchies and leather bands (?)
unite against the billionaires
trade ideas or hug it out
cuz isn't that what life's about
If I could shed a tear
I'd think about them every day of every fuckin year
every winter's day
I see my shadow fade away
i've seen that every humble plea
(?) a door without a key
the dilapidated broken bones
and this (?) that I call my home
appointed me in the same way
to dirty skies and early graves
and they all sing a song
to follow them to destiny where they all say that I belong
(?) la luce in mexico
los pobres (?)
al las zapatista en chiapas
(?)
Haven't slept in 7 weeks,
my voice is gone can't hardly speak
and something hurts you deep inside
but its comin out where it can't hide
if I could shed a tear
I'd think about them every day of every fucking year
and they'd all sing a song
follow them to destiny where they all say that I belong
so everywhere the dead
buried underground and in my head
and now the risk is crystal clear,
i might kill myself from living here
but what is that but constant change
and i'll take it all and rearrange it
and what is their to fucking feel
we're stagnating wish that you were here
if I could shed a tear
I'd think about them every day of every fucking year
and they'd all sing a song
follow them to destiny where they all say that I belong