Intro: We live on borrowed time, hope turned to dust, Nothing is forgiven we fight for every crust. The way we are is not the way we used to be my friend, All things come to he who waits, the waiting never ends. We are the chosen few; we are the frozen crew, We don't know what to do, just wasting time. We don't know when to quit, we don't have room to spit, But we'll get over it, get back in line. Stuck here ten thousand years, don't know how to act, Everything forgotten, specially the facts. The way we live is running scared; I don't like it much, All things come to he who waits but these days most things suck. Chorus: