I wanna be original; I wanna be surrounded by art
But everything is digital; the formulas are fallin' apart
They riot in the streets because there's not enough money to share
Is the burden of fame just a universal cross we can't bare?

But out here on the borderline you've got to hold it together!
You've been deprived of dedication, you've been condemned by your dreams

Is it as bad as it seems?
And can you pull the hook from your mouth?
Do you wanna feel the breeze before the air you breathe finally runs out?
We're divided it seems
This is a diary of life in between
This is a obese and obscene it seems
This isn't music it's a pyramid scheme
Oh...

And out here on the borderline you've gotta hold it together!
You've been deprived of dedication, you've been condemned by your dreams
And out here on the borderline it feels a lot like forever!
You'll all be dead if this machine, turns art into routine

Thieves have taken the crown, melted it down
Kept an ear to the ground, now they're praying for sound

And I don't know what's found
'Cause we used to be gifted, and persistent
Now we're bored, reminiscent
We used to laugh without misery, spoon-fed our desire
We've lost our fire!
And now they won't remember our names
Our days are mixed in the crowd, and our nights spent fanning the flames

But out here on the borderline you've gotta hold it together!
You've been deprived of dedication, you've been condemned by your dreams
But oh...out here on the borderline it feels a lot like forever!
You'll all be dead if this machine, turns art into a routine

(Dead and gone, dead and gone)
Thieves have taken the crown
(Dead and gone, dead and gone)
And have melted it down
(Dead and gone, we're dead and gone)
Thieves have taken the crown
(Dead and gone, we're dead and gone)
And now they're praying for sound