Texty: Farwell. Cancer's In The Air Tonight. R.I.P..

You better write this down and put it in a safe place
Somewhere they will never find it
We search to find the truth. It's buried under lies
It's buried six feet underground

And everything we want isn't everything we need
It is nothing real after all I've seen
And none of this will change and it seems we'll never learn
We all make it up just to watch it burn

Take two of these each day, they'll help to ease your pain
We'll do anything to feel temporarily sane
We're just killing ourselves. We're buried under lies
But we feel safe and sound

We all make it up to watch it burn

So what's the answer for all this cancer
The world is dying in record time where is it we draw the line
So what's the answer to all this cancer
The world is dying in record time where is it we draw the line

We're dying, we're dying, we're dying to live