Did years under your belt cease a reason to care?
Is your revolution on the shelf?
Are you finding your ideals are no longer ideal in a world where you’ve trapped yourself?
When did the bills outweigh the will to care?
When your words are selling out but meanings not there
So many once told so many bought and sold
What’s left?...not a fucking thing
What happens to reaction when action is a joke?
What happens to these days?
If ideals are delusions in a sea of deaf ears does it matter what you say?
Look out our lives today – we payed a cost
For rebellion but visions lost
Because promises grow old so many bought and sold
What’s left – there’s nothing to believe in(not a fucking thing)
The only change is in the song we sing
Did you really want to turn it around?
Or just take the next step
We watched it all burn to the ground
Bent the ideals in your head
We’ll never know, it’s all been bought it’s all been sold
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