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Song by Papa Roach

Born with no soul, lack of control
Cut from the mold of the anti-social
Plug them in and then turn them on.
Process the data, make yourself the bomb
What is your target
What is your reason
Do you have emotions, is your heart freezing
Seizing this opportunity to speak
Ya didn't say nothin but turn your fucking cheek
Dead cell. Dead cell.
Sick in the head, living but dead, hear what I said
Learn a lesson from the almighty dread
Jah. Not to worry ya. Not to scare ya...
Kids are getting sick like malaria
Situation gets hairier. I'm throwin up all types of barriers
I'm tellin ya the kids are getting singled out
Let me hear the dead cells shout. Dead cell. Dead cell.
Born with no soul
Lack of control
Cut from the mold of the anti-social
Plug them in and then turn them on
Process the data
Make yourself the bomb
No soul. No control.
Cut from the mold of the anti-social.
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Plug them in and then turn them on.
Process the data. Make yourself the bomb.
Stop pointing fingers cause we are the guilty
Of clean cut lines and truth that's filthy
Believe what is the root of the word
Out comes lie when it's cut into thirds
I don't believe what my eyes behold, No
I don't believe what my ears are told, No
Seizin' this opportunity to speak
I'm saying something don't turn your fucking cheek
Dead cell Dead cell.
Born with no soul. Lack of control.
Cut from the mold of the anti-social.
Plug them in and then turn them on.
Process the data. Make yourself the bomb.
No soul. (Dead cell) No control.
Cut from the mold of the (Dead cell) anti-social.
Plug them in and then (Dead cell) turn them on.
Process the data.
Make (Dead cell) yourself the bomb.
Dead. Cell. Dead. CELL!!
Dead cell. Dead cell.