Dead Wrestlers - Bis

I cant tell the difference

The soap box or the stage

Its just like the process

When wrestling became fake

Genuine believers are shunted and sheltered

Who will be remembered?

When they fall and they die by submission

We sing the songs

The songs, the songs of dead wrestlers

My hope is gone

Its gone, its gone

Believing in something

Can sometimes mean nothing

Conviction can be tamed

Why do you feel ashamed?

Diluted and dumbed down

The edit, the voice sound

My tv, no volume

I cant hear, I just see the lips moving

We sing the songs

The songs, the songs of dead wrestlers

My hope is gone

Its gone, its gone on dead wrestlers

We sing the songs

The songs, the songs of dead wrestlers

I dont belong

In songs in songs of dead wresters

We work hard

We live hard

We work hard

We live hard

We sing the songs

The songs, the songs of dead wrestlers

My hope is gone

Its gone, its gone on dead wrestlers

We sing the songs

The songs, the songs of dead wrestlers

I dont belong

In songs in songs of dead wresters

Your politics are pantomime

Your punches miss me every time

Maybe Ill see you on the other side

When we have nowhere left to hide