Bayside

I'm weak like a one-armed boxer,
Throwing punch after punch,
After punch, I, I give in.
I'm so dumb and,
Surprised,
When they duck.
A scared pair,
Of walking soldiers.
We're all wounded anyway,
In our respective ways.
Scientists, they,
Couldn't fix me.
I'm so tired,
Of getting out of bed,
But who would want to die as a cowardly little child?
When our time is up,
Will we be ashamed or proud?
You stretch the truth like a crooked salesman.
Telling lie after lie,
After lie but,
Where's the line?
You burn bridges,
You're breaking down dams.
Scientists, they,
Couldn't fix me.
I'm so tired,
Of getting out of bed,
But who would want to die as a cowardly little child?
When our time is up,
Will we be ashamed or proud?
Let's take this train,
For one last stop.
I know,
It's not the end,
But it can't be that far.
Scientists, they,
Couldn't fix me.
I'm so tired,
Of getting out of bed,
But who would want to die as a cowardly little child?
When our time is up,
Then our time is up.
Scientists, they,
Couldn't fix me.
I'm so tired,
Of getting out of bed,
But who would want to die as a cowardly little child?
When our time is up,
Will we be ashamed or proud?