This is the way to go, I’ll give you my two cent
Trying to get a few dollars, which I already spent
We are the generation of broken dreams, and we resent all the splattered passion on the walls of endearment
We have to understand that these days are of a lesser being
we have to talk all about what we are seeing
Don’t be confused by the nights that hide the street lights
Don’t say it’s wrong when you know its right
we came to the scene with aspirations
We left with anger and a will to fight
Because the stars and moon paint a different picture
My eyes are looking upon a visual lecture
To be or not to be was the old question?
Now it’s live fast die young because you only live once
Praying to a thousand suns that we aren’t sure are real
Judging character less then sex appeal
Not caring about faces, and distorting pride
Would you be happy with what you accomplished if you just fell over and died?
Warmonger 