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