Fit For An Autopsy There Is Nothing Here Worth Keeping
Show them violence.
There is torment
Behind every smiling face.
Overfed, overbred rats in a losing race.
Pennies in fountains
Beneath the holy mountains,
Still water in the basins of sick floating faces.
Ignorance is not bliss,
It's just the burden we drag.
The march of the blind,
Get in line,
Under the shadow of a flag
Once a symbol of hope,
Now a tool for tyrants,
Bound by the ropes
Once reserved for the violent.
Dreamless nights spent staring at the ceilings,
Complacent in defeat,
Numb to the feeling.
Stringing memories together
As if they had meaning,
There is nothing here worth keeping.
There is torment
Behind every smiling face.
Overfed, overbred rats in a losing race.
Look at the world through the eyes of a man
Who won't stand for the shit he's been given!
Who is intimidated by religion,
Or the f..cking television
And its distorted vision
Of a life that defines the need for violence?
Show them the violence.
Drag them through the streets!
Act in violence.
Ignorance is not bliss,
It's just the burden we drag.
The march of the blind,
Get in line,
Under the shadow of a flag
Once a symbol of hope,
Now a tool for tyrants,
Bound by the ropes
Once reserved for the violent.
Dreamless nights spent staring at the ceilings,
Complacent in defeat,
Numb to the feeling.
Stringing memories together
As if they had meaning,
There is nothing here worth keeping.
We walk on,
Steady towards the sun,
Unhappy with our lives
And all that we have done.
So, I will see you
On the other side of the night,
Waiting for silence
To bring an end to this life.