Mighty Fine Dead-ended
Lackadaisical children they crowd our stale streets
That our older brothers once paved, inspired while hungry.
So numb to the bone, they spread words without a soul.
Never knowing depth or mystery.
In time, we'll lose it all if we keep giving up.
Don't doubt, these are the dead-ended ages.
In time, we'll lose it all if we keep giving up.
Don't doubt, these are the dead-ended ages.
Dissolution in advancement, we're blinded by the undertones.
Marketed as enchantment, it's hard to leave alone.
I've had enough of what you're giving us.
Never knowing depth or mystery.
In time, we'll lose it all if we keep giving up.
Don't doubt, these are the dead-ended ages.
In time, we'll lose it all if we keep giving up.
Don't doubt, these are the dead-ended ages.
Next time you find your spark, please don't hide
Behind confined walls, digitally designed.
Go out, stand out amongst a million minds
Drowned out, dumbed down.
In time, we'll lose it all if we keep giving up.
Don't doubt, these are the dead-ended ages.
In time, we'll lose it all if we keep giving up.
Don't doubt, these are the dead-ended ages.
