We're nothing more then a bombardment of Publications applauding, the merchant smirking. A familiar wretched sense of your butchered self hovers closer. Consumer's high pitch Screaming turned into Nothing more than sheer shrieking
I propose a reverse, a change in Ideals. I propose a reverse for better forms of connection. Bring me the weak, the rise of us all lies within the bottom of society.
Protect the level head Peel backs the reason, Consume certainty. Quit holding difference, and wanting us to submit our hollow limbs This is the albatross hanging 'round our neck And I won't let all you cowards forget about the end. Wishing,
When will madness prevail?
Begging for the asylum Burning for the anthem Begging for the asylum now
The struggle must go on hostile children Struggle must go on, spreading all the revelations
We're not convicts, don't take responsibility for things we've said and done We're not convicts, the reflections are the guilty ones, the guilty ones. Slow waves of sound, I know what creatures lie inside I know what lies. Damaged anarchist, I know what creatures lie inside I know what lies.
Take our flat-headed monster. Stones clogged my throat. Forceful self-portraits burn the hands off god. Don't breath, time will claim us all. Dark waves, of our expression. Visions don't receive natural deaths.
Visionaries will die young Visionaries, with clenched fists and open arms Envious hearts are hunted we're all visionaries