Secret Band Wasted Youth
Brain-washed, the headlines, low-tech communiqué
Phonetics slander, historic hypocrisy
Burnt into yesterday's envious eyes
Ataxic promise, archaic lies
Counterfeit culture, gentrified these cryptic dreams
Don't you know what this means to me?
At least I know what I want to be
At least I know what this means to me
These ghosts haunt the will in my heart
Even after all this time
I can't get it out of mind
Even after all this time
I can't get it out of my mind
Forever I'm patient, chaos, I'll never die
We will never be the same
They say nothing lasts forever, but some things never change
I've wasted youth
I've wasted dreams
Now all I have is sanity
But what is sanity?
Hands stained with blood
We will never be the same
