Dead Wrestlers

I can't tell the difference

The soap box or the stage

It's 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

It's gone, it's 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 can't hear, I just see the lips moving

We sing the songs

(The songs, the songs of dead wrestlers)

My hope is gone

(It's gone, it's gone on dead wrestlers)

We sing the songs

(The songs, the songs of dead wrestlers)

I don't belong

(In songs, in songs of dead wrestlers)

Dead wrestlers

Dead wrestlers

Dead wrestlers

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

(It's gone, it's gone on dead wrestlers)

We sing the songs

(The songs, the songs of dead wrestlers)

I don't belong

(In songs, in songs of dead wrestlers)

We sing the songs

(Your politics are pantomime)

(The songs, the songs of dead wrestlers)

My hope is gone

(Your punches miss me every time)

(It's gone, it's gone on dead wrestlers)

We sing the songs

(Maybe I'll see you on the other side)

(The songs, the songs of dead wrestlers)

When we have nowhere left to hide