Born With Nothing, Die With Everything — Papa Roach

Fed-up Tired Sick and twisted One-man army I'm enlisted Trust yourself trust no one else Fuck a hero be yourself I don't need your lousy hand-out Clinched fists i'll fight my way out Fighting my way out Find my way out

People wake up and sing along I trust no one My trust is gone

Born with nothing Die with everything

In a daze These days go by Faster and faster I speed through life Now I've got to take control Of my mental and my physical Never sheltered from life's hard storms I was cold but now I am warm Inside I'm warm

Searching and finding the truth inside myself Inside myself

My soul was starving I was born with nothing I'll die with everything