Lyrics:

Positioned so we're given limitations
And thus we're faced
Self-impose the weight of expectation
It's all about the process
Of bleeding blood
Making up a method
Of holding on
It's all about the process
Of bleeding blood
Making up a method
Of holding on
Carry on
Crooked Corpse
Carry on
Stupid course
We still have our arms
We still have our legs
We still have our hearts
We still have our brains
We still have our lust...
To want more than we've got
We still have our doubts
That it all won't work out

We never knew where we were
Until we wanted to be such said facts
So says we lost our faith
We know the world is crooked
But we must make good
Carry on, you crooked corpse
Carry on, you crooked corpse