Death of Art
Mothers talk to your daughters
Fathers speak to your sons
They are acting like they don't care
They're sleeping in the mud

Dysfunction in the system!

The generation of drones incapable of love fed by greed!
Consume!
Consume!

Priests talk to your gods
Heretics talk to your demons
They are acting like they don't care
They are killing everyone

Events spiral quickly towards the inevitable center, so we must act with haste!

Should we let our art fall to the hands of the misled and weak minded, fifteen minutes of fames?

Silence!
Have you every feared tomorrow?
Have you ever cried of despair?
Have you ever starved?

For every girl i fear to accost when i needed to stand up i ran away
For everytime i fall for every time i fail i write a song...

Artists speak to your muse or try a different drug you are acting like you do it for the money and not for us...

Events spiral quickly towards the inevitable center, so we must act with haste!