Fundamentalism of opinion
This is the world you have set ablaze
You rage for no reason because you have no reason
Where is your glory now, people?
Forty years ago the man proclaimed
We labor for pleasure and abhor the guilt of pressure
Some have fought and died
My generation will go down as the architects
That era has become very real
And even though the man was destroying our heritage
All your lies are coming true
The age of the gross is a living virus
The age of the gross to be upon us
They themselves don't care about and will never understand
What have you ever fought for?
To that which does not matter
Distrust in information
What have you ever bled for?
And insulting our intelligence
The face of the earth is scarred with the walking dead
I myself am beleaguered by the selfish face
Where is your shame and salvation?
This is the future you have created
Where are your Gods and politicians?
Of a kind of man that is not mankind
Of contemporary disgust
Others have allowed the strong to be butchered for a price
Catastrophic boredom and a fanatical devotion
