[Intro (spoken)]
Hello, and welcome to the rest of your life
Before we begin this short journey, please sit back, relax, and remember:
Enjoy yourselves... you scum

[Verse 1]
He’s counting down the days in tedious grey charades
The truth still hangs on the wall when pride comes before a fall

[Pre-Chorus 1]
(Who am I? Who am I? Who am I? Who am I?)
In answer to your question, you won’t know now
(Who am I? Who am I? Who am I? Who am I?)
Turning the lights out and closing the windows
Just wasting your way off this world

[Chorus]
We’re living in a dying age, when the writing’s on the wall
But we’rе burning with a quiet rage; this is the day and agе

[Verse 2]
He tries to fight his pride, but something sticks deep inside
And as this fire builds, he stands here perfectly still

[Pre-Chorus 2]
(Who am I? Who am I? Who am I? Who am I?)
I’m gonna be somebody - I’ve nothing left to lose
(Who am I? Who am I? Who am I? Who am I?)
Stand in the spotlight, assume your positions
You’re gonna remember me now

[Chorus A]
We’re living in a dying age, when the writing’s on the wall
But we’re burning with a quiet rage; this is the day and age

[Chorus B]
And if I told you sooner my statement of intent
I’m living in the dark light (There’s nothing left to say now)
This world has lost all sense (sense, sense, sense)

[Chorus A]
We’re living in a dying age, when the writing’s on the wall
But we’re burning with a quiet rage; this is the day and age
[Bridge 1 (spoken)]
(Congratulations - enjoy yourselves...)
(Enjoy yourselves...)

[Instrumental Break]

(Everything is okay - everything is okay...)
[Bridge 2]
We're coming - coming for you
When you see me, I can see you, see you
We're coming - coming for you
Can you see me? I can't see you, see you

[Pre-Chorus 2 (reprise)]
(Who am I? Who am I? Who am I? Who am I?)
I'm gonna be somebody

[Chorus B]
And if I told you sooner my statement of intent
I’m living in the dark light (There’s nothing left to say now)
This world has lost all sense (sense, sense, sense)

[Chorus A]
We’re living in a dying age, when the writing’s on the wall
But we’re burning with a quiet rage; this is the day and age