Dead Cell
Papa Roach
Infest (2000)

Born with no soul
Lack of control
Cut from the mold of the antisocial
Plug 'em in and then, turn them on
Process the data, make yourself, a bomb
What is your target, what is your reason
Do you have emotions, is your heart freezin
Seezin, this opportunity to speak
Ya didn't say nuttin, but turn your fuckin cheek
Dead cell. Dead cell.

Sick in the head. Living but dead. Hear what I said.
Learn a lesson from the almighty, dread
Jah, nutty warrior
Nothing's scarier
Kids are gettin sick, like malaria
Situation gets harrier
I'm throwing 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 'em in and then, turn them on
Process the data, make yourself, the bomb
No soul, no control
Cut from the mold of the antisocial
Plug 'em in and then, turn them on
Process the data, make yourself the bomb

Stop pointin fingers, cause we all, are guilty
Of clean cut lies, and the 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!
Seezin, this opportunity to speak
I'm sayin somethin, don't turn your fuckin cheek

Dead cell. Dead cell.

Born with no soul
Lack of control
Cut from the mold of the anti-social
Plug 'em 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 'em in and then, turn them (dead cell) on
Process the data, make yourself (dead cell) the bomb

Dead. Cell. Dead CELL...!

Dead cell. Dead cell.