(Intro instrumental) (speech sustained anger voice) You are not your job. You are not your car. You are not your wallet. You are not your khakis. You are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world. (instrumental) (Verse 1) I came from the smoke, with blood in my smile. Salvation in chaos, a burning new style. (Chorus – violent chant) FIGHT! FIGHT! We are the broken, we ignite! FIGHT! FIGHT! This is freedom in the night! (Verse 2) You do not talk about Fight Club. You do not talk about Fight Club. Pain is pure, and the scars are true. In the basement we rise, in the chaos we bloom. (Chorus) FIGHT! FIGHT! We are the broken, we ignite! FIGHT! FIGHT! This is freedom in the night! (Bridge – manic) Soap in my hands, Marla in my bed, a house of madness, a voice in my head. Buildings will fall, systems decay, in Project Mayhem we find the way. (Chorus – extended) FIGHT! FIGHT! We are the broken, we ignite! FIGHT! FIGHT! This is freedom in the night! FIGHT! FIGHT! We are the virus, we are the flame! FIGHT! FIGHT! This is the end, nothing remains! (ending instrumental)
