You gave birth to a deaf generation Visual talent is the new sensation The trade in value of soul has dropped to all time low Plastic molds are the new gold
You devour virtue and spit out our glamour Faces have become vagrant pieces of abstract art
This is rare This is candor This is sound without optical slander You can destroy my face before you rid me of my hands Pry out my eyes and I'll be all ears
I won't be the surgeons new canvas Nor will I be the producers new plan This machine doesn't off of music Vanity's a drug and they seem to abuse it
You devour virtue and spit out our glamour Faces have become vagrant pieces of abstract art
[Dave from We Came As Romans:] "You have killed rock-n-roll and buried it with the average mans aspiration Never will I, never will I, trade myself to be the machines cranking gears You have killed rock-n-roll and buried it with the average mans aspiration Never will I, never will I, trade myself to be the machines cranking gears"
This is rare This is candor This is sound without optical slander You can destroy my face before you rid me of my hands Pry out my eyes and I'll be all ears
This is rare This is candor This is sound without optical slander You can destroy my face before you rid me of my hands Pry out my eyes and I'll be all earsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
