Dead Cell – English Lyrics

• By: Papa Roach

Lyrics & Translation

Dive into the raw energy of Papa Roach's "Dead Cell" to explore potent nu-metal vocabulary and expressions of frustration and social commentary. This track offers a powerful way to grasp modern rock language and the intense, direct communication style often found in angsty and reflective lyrics.

[English]

- [Papa Roach] One! Two!

- [Crowd] Dead cell!

- [Papa Roach] One! Two!

- [Crowd] Dead cell!

- [Papa Roach] One! Two!

- [Crowd] Dead cell!

- [Papa Roach] One! Two!

- [Crowd] Dead cell!

(heavy rock music)

♪ Born with no soul, lack of control ♪

♪ Cut from the mold of the anti-social ♪

♪ Put it in again, turn it 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 ♪

♪ You didn't say nothing but "turn your f***** cheek" ♪

One! Two!

- Dead cell!

- One! Two!

- Dead cell!

♪ Sick in the head, livin' but dead ♪

♪ Hear what I said ♪

♪ Learn a lesson from the almighty dread ♪

♪ Jah, mighty warrior ♪

♪ Nothing's scarier ♪

♪ Kids are getting sick like malaria ♪

♪ Situation gets hairier ♪

♪ I'm throwing up all types of barriers ♪

♪ I'm telling ya ♪

♪ The kids are getting singled out ♪

♪ Let me hear the dead cells shout ♪

- One! Two!

- Dead cell!

- One! Two!

- Dead cell!

♪ Born with no soul, lack of control ♪

♪ Cut from the mold of the anti-social ♪

♪ Plug 'em in and turn 'em on ♪

♪ Process the data, make yourself the bomb ♪

♪ No soul, no control ♪

♪ Cut from the mold of the anti-social ♪

♪ Plug 'em in and turn 'em on ♪

♪ Process the data, make yourself the bomb ♪

(heavy metal guitar music)

♪ Stop pointing fingers cause we all are guilty ♪

♪ Of clean cut lies and truth that's filthy ♪

♪ Believe what is the root of the world ♪

♪ Out comes lies when its cut into thirds ♪

♪ I don't believe what my eyes behold ♪

♪ I don't believe what my ears are told ♪

♪ Seizing this opportunity to speak ♪

♪ I'm saying something don't turn your f****** cheek ♪

- One! Two!

- Dead cell!

- One! Two!

- Dead cell

♪ Born with no soul, lack of control ♪

♪ Cut from the mold of the anti-social ♪

♪ Plug 'em in and and turn 'em on ♪

♪ Process the data make yourself the bomb ♪

- One! Two!

- Dead Cell!

- One! Two!

- Dead Cell!

- One! Two!

- Dead Cell!

- One! Two!

- Dead cell!

(heavy rock music)

♪ - Dead cell! ♪

♪ Dead cell ♪

♪ Dead cell ♪

♪ Dead cell ♪

♪ Dead cell ♪