No one's laughing now, no one's laughing now... I'm sullen and sated, and you can't put a price on me. I won't share this disarray, I won't pull these hands away. I need to be chosen and, my god, don't pray for me!
So scatter all my ashes when I'm dead, And shatter every legend in my head. If only the committed will survive, Is anybody here still left alive?