I'm a fallen
youth, in my sixties,
I'm eleven,
I'm not blind enough to
forget the light of
heaven
Purposely naive, T.V.
shows make me so
bitter
Your life is so vital to
my heart
To my heart
To my heart
Egocentric times,
I feel false and
artificial,
They sell, cynic lies
To fullfill our grand
ambition
Have we any right
lift our heads and seek
salvation
When kids fade and die
like grass in fall
Like grass in fall
Like grass in Fall
And you shoudn't even
bother,
Go away and fuck with
other
And you shoudn't even
care
Now it's easy not to
care
We are nothing more
the dolls,
Pretty bodies, ugly
souls,
We are nothing more then
tears,
On the face of
God that leers
We've done nothing to stop
this rotten dead
empire
All that we could do
is to throw weak to the
fire
We are content, so many
sad places,
Money to spend, makeup for
blank faces
For blank faces
For blank faces
Glory to the scourge,
devil in my church
Under yoke of time,
your smile looks like
crime
