: Bow down- before the god of cash The philosophy of modern man is leaking fast No foundation for the frame by which you set your mind Just a legacy
: There you stood in disbelief, Trying all you could to se through these lies And every word that I could breathe, Would you find more inclined to leave
: I don?t belong here I never saw this on the path I walk The blood-stained walls, the lines of chalk on the floor It?s getting so hard I never saw the
: Time has had it's way with me. My broken tired hands cant build a thing. The wires that have held me still embedded now in flesh to find my will. The
: All hail the newborn sin Reject the boundaries and soak the cancer in Hope kills the filth you crave So bleed the truth out and fall into that grave
: [Written by Theodore B. Parsons and Thomas Michael Victor (C) SONY/ATV Tunes LLC (ASCAP)] Nothing breeds more contempt for this world Than memories