Guessing, about what we feel inside They never know what are talking about We are living, living to the edge And they are nothing, are nothing to me Get up, we are all insane There is something, that they all blame Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah My bad (dead) reputation We are learning, with our own mistakes And they are giving us another chance To learn, with their wrong way They write a sentence with half phrase Get up, we are all insane There is something, that all they blame Live it up, with your reputation Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah My bad (dead) reputation