The days blow by in agile moments of clarity
And blind despair
With rage so thick it's bittersweet to see a smile
Come through here and there
You put your faith in living
But youthful idealism
Is no longer welcome here

(WOOOOOOOOH)
I'm not dead yet
(WOOOOOOOOH)
Hopes not dead yet. (*2)

A hero's march down scorn filled halls defeats the charity
Of last years hell
Your vain eyes show no respect
Just loss of recognition
Broken spirit burnt out will
Sing a song of cynicism
A foul smell of shit decay and degradation
In the midst of celebration

(WOOOOOOOOH)
I'm not dead yet
(WOOOOOOOOH)
Hopes not dead yet. (*2)