Dead Cell - Papa Roach

Born with no soul, lack of control

Cut from the mold of the anti-socia

Plug them in and turn them on Process data, make yourself the bomb

What is your target

What is your reason

Do you have emotions, is your heart freezing

Seizing this opportunity to speak

Ya didn’t say nothin but turn your fucking cheek

Dead cell

Sick in the head, living but dead, hear what I said

Learn a lesson from the almighty dread

Jah nutty warrior, nothing’s scarier

Kids are getting sick like malaria

Situation get harrier, throwing up all types of barriers

I’m tellin ya the kids are getting singled out

Let me hear the dead cells shout dead cell

Born with no soul

Lack of control

Cut from the mold of the anti-social

Plug them in and turn them on Process the data

Make yourself the bome

Stop pointing fingers cause we are the guilty

Of clean cut lines and truth that’s filthy

Believe what is the root of the word

Out comes lie when it’s cut into thirds

I don’t belive what my eyes behold, No I don’t believe what my ears are told, No Sezin’this opportunity to speak

I’m saying something don’t turn your fucking cheek

Dead cell