Counting numbers on the barcode, the one that he's got in his head empty eyes he's a psychotic tryin' to figure out where's the trick born dead in the ghetto without a name and woithout a face livin' a life in fear of changes livin' a life without any fate tired of waiting for tomorrow tired of dreams and tired of hideing tired of the same old playground livin' in warzone livin' in warzone killing time again in the frontline what's the fuckin' point of stayin' alive he's livin six feet under this boy has never seen the light scared of numbers on the barcode, the one that he's got in his head black white goes back and foward colored memories are turning grey so dissapointed with the shape of the world outside no more sedatives he has run out of pills and run out of lies tired of waiting for tomorrow tired of dreams and tired of hideing tired of the same old playground livin' in warzone livin' in warzone killing time again in the frontline what's the fuckin' point of stayin' alive he's livin six feet under this boy has never seen the light