Letra de Deed Before Creed

We are born without identity, molded by what others want us to be
Resentment in our minds and anger in our hearts
What's left to fill the voids of these empty lives we start?
I'm on the search for something real
Something to hold, something to feel
Our lives begin on the day that we open our eyes
And realize this world will never provide
We're soldiers on the march of death but I'm breaking rank to desert the rest
Modern man is numb from the glow of artificial sun
Realities of revolution and rage buried in the noise of the information age
Our lives begin on the day that we open our eyes
And realize this world will never provide