歌词：Classic Crime (The). The Silver Cord. Medisin.

What great risk to truly live
We could die alone
Our self proclaimed meaning of bliss is getting what we're owed.
It's always getting what we're owed.
I am like a machine, all that I really need is medicine and then I'll fall fast asleep
In my dreamlike state I'll pretend I'm unscathed but when I wake up my resilience fades
When I wake up my resilience fades
How long? How long?
How long? Long?

I know there's more to life than slavery, I'm tired of dying
I know there more to life than drinking this soul sick medicine

Oh no, no I'll never listen or do what I'm told
At twenty-four you'd think I'd hold my speech.
Instead I'll mix you a cocktail, some truth and some slander
and never practice what I preach.
And never practice what I preach
How long? How long?
How long? Long?

I know there's more to life than slavery, I'm tired of dying
I know there more to life than drinking this soul sick medicine
(x2)

I know there's more to life, I know there's more to life
I know there's more, I know there's more to life than drinking this soul sick medicine.

(Thanks to Todd for these lyrics)