Insomnia’s teeth, chewing through the night!
Catalogue life, plastic, sterile, white!
I buy a condo just to fill the hole
But the mirror cracks and swallows my soul
Tyler kicks the door, no name, no face
Just a fist in the dark, setting the pace
We bleed on the floor, we trade in our pain
While the system rots in the pouring rain
Not asking for permission! Not asking why!
The lower you sink, the harder you fly!
One hit! Two hits! Bone against bone!
You’re never alone when you’re tearing the throne!
FIRST RULE: YOU DO NOT TALK!
SECOND RULE: YOU DO NOT FIGHT BACK!
THIRD RULE: YOU BLEED, YOU BREAK, YOU FALL!
FOURTH RULE: WE BURN IT ALL!
You are not your furniture! You are not your name!
We are the ashes! We are the flame!
Shatter the cage! Spit out the chain!
Fight Club’s in your veins!
Marla’s smoke curls through the hospital hall
A liar, a ghost, but she answers the call
Bob’s chest is hollow, his hormones run dry
“His name was Robert Paulson!” we chant as he dies
Project Mayhem spreads like a virus in blood
Soap made of fat, rising out of the mud
I pull back the skin, and the truth hits my skull
Tyler’s my shadow. Tyler’s my pull!
Not asking for permission! Not asking why!
The lower you sink, the harder you fly!
One hit! Two hits! Bone against bone!
You’re never alone when you’re tearing the throne!
FIRST RULE: YOU DO NOT TALK!
SECOND RULE: YOU DO NOT FIGHT BACK!
THIRD RULE: YOU BLEED, YOU BREAK, YOU FALL!
FOURTH RULE: WE BURN IT ALL!
You are not your furniture! You are not your name!
We are the ashes! We are the flame!
Shatter the cage! Spit out the chain!
Fight Club’s in your veins!
I am Jack’s complete lack of surprise
YOU!
ARE!
NOT!
ALIVE!
UNTIL! YOU! BREAK! THE! MOLD!
PROJECT! MAYHEM! STRIKES! AT! DAWN!
LOSE! EVERY! THING! TO! BE! FREE!
BLEED. OUT. THE. SYSTEM
I put the barrel in my mouth
I pulled the trigger
The bullet passed through Tyler
He was my nightmare. He was my salvation
I know this… because Tyler knows this
HIS! NAME!
WAS!
ROBERT!
PAULSON!
BURN! THE! CREDIT! BUREAUS!
ERASE! THE! DEBT!
WE! ARE! THE! SPACE! MONKEYS!
FIRST! RULE! SECOND! RULE! BREAK! THE! RULES!
YOU! DO! NOT! OWN! THIS! LIFE!
DIE! TO! BE! BORN! AGAIN!
We are the middle children of history
No purpose, no place
We have no great war
Just… this
Rule one
