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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Papa Roach
Papa Roach
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jerry Horton
Jerry Horton
Songwriter
Jacoby Shaddix
Jacoby Shaddix
Songwriter
Tobin Esperance
Tobin Esperance
Songwriter
David Buckner
David Buckner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jay Baumgardner
Jay Baumgardner
Mixing Engineer
David Dominguez Alhert
David Dominguez Alhert
Engineer
James Murray
James Murray
Engineer
D-Rock
D-Rock
Mixing Engineer
Howie Weinberg
Howie Weinberg
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Born with no soul, lack of control
Cut from the mold of the anti-social
Plug them in and then turn them on
Process the data, make yourself the bomb
What is your target? What is your reason?
Do you have emotions? Is your heart freezing?
Seizing this opportunity to speak
Ya didn't say nothin' but turn your **** cheek
[Verse 2]
Dead cell
Dead cell
[Verse 3]
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 getting sick like malaria
Situation gets hairier
I'm throwing up all kinds of barriers, I'm telling ya
The kids are getting singled out
Let me hear the dead cell shout
[Verse 4]
Dead cell
Dead cell
[Verse 5]
Born with no soul, lack of control
Cut from the mold of the anti-social
Plug them in and then turn them on
Process the data, make yourself the bomb
[Verse 6]
No soul, no control
Cut from the mold of the anti-social
Plug them in and then turn them on
Process the data, make yourself the bomb
[Verse 7]
Stop pointing fingers 'cause we all are guilty
Of clean cut lies and the truth is 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
Seizing this opportunity to speak
I'm saying something, don't turn your **** cheek
[Verse 8]
Dead cell
Dead cell
[Verse 9]
Born with no soul, lack of control
Cut from the mold of the anti-social
Plug them in and then turn them on
Process the data, make yourself the bomb
[Verse 10]
No soul, no control
Cut from the mold of the anti-social
Plug them in and then turn them on
Process the data make, yourself the bomb
[Verse 11]
Dead
Cell
Dead
Cell!
[Verse 12]
Dead cell
Dead cell
Written by: David Buckner, Jacoby Shaddix, Jerry Horton, Tobin Esperance
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