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 fucking television

and it's distorted vision

or a life that defines the need for violence

show them the violence

drag them through the streets

act in violence

show them the violence

drag them through the streets

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