Hopeless heroes beat this claptrap haven
Rats are bigger than the noiseless generation
Who the hell is Dow-Jones anyway
Society's bones on a cafeteria tray
The feeling is the brain is split
From smiles to stares to baseless shit
And walk off the shock to a beacon soul breathing
Helping hand against eternal lying
Asked to believe in tradition's reasoning
Turn a blind eye to the monkey trial bleeding
Working to fight off disease
Beat the clock saviors passing on the street
Covert creations without sound
Mirage is ruthless stumbling around
Darlings of deceit hyperbole
Reverse the flow of negative energy
Turn a blind eye