Broken heroes in a corroded past   Worship what is hollow and cheap   Sand falls through gaps in unmarked hands   Drown in the promises that you didn't keep   All the fools who followed like vermin down the holes   Couldn't kill the dream held deep within our souls   And as those cowards tumble, I sing a song of faith   To this vision I'm devoted, from the cradle to the grave      Your plastic lives of idiots, a world of mindless trends   Where no ones held accountable for their words, or the lies that they defend   It's your life it's your choice, to hock your gems for rocks and dust   And I can't blame you for your utter weakness   But you can't blame me for my disgust