Broken heroes in a corroded past. Worship what is hollow and cheap
sand falls through gaps in unmarked hands. Drown in the promises
that you didn't keep All the fools who followed like vermin down
the holes. Couldn't kill the dream held deep within our souls. And
as those cowards tumble, I sing a song of faith. To this vision
I'm devoted, from the cradle to the grave. Your plastic lives of
idiots, a world of mindless trends. Where no ones held accountable
for their words, or the lies that they defend. It's your life it's
your choice, to hock your gems for rocks and dust. And I can't blame
you for your utter weakness. But you can't blame me for my disgust.