Lowered expectations met Once were wolves,
Now domesticated pets Hijacked syntax,
Footprints on our backs I guess in retrospect
We should have covered our tracks

But we see what's underneath, the empty
Threat when they bare their teeth Like priests
We speak a dead language, written in sand We
Need a new lexicon, devils be damned

Now MBA's twist the DNA
I guess the kids have had their say

No Way