Simulcast
The embodiment of innocence stripped from her own
territory. America's child has passed so close to
freedom. Now closest with her maker, the ten lifetimes
of terror were experienced by this frail body. Where
have our children gone? They are not to be found
amongst this tabloid filth over kill, an embarrassing
lack of responsibility, a vicious cycle of soap opera
drama pettiness. No known beginning and no end in
sight, this must be our darkest hour when gossip takes
priority over our young. Are we this shallow? Are we
this apathetic? Are we this bored? Prove me wrong. The
child is mine, now that she has been thrown away. The
interest is gone, so now the others suffer. They
suffer unto a grotesque attention span deficit
monster. They turned our play yards into graveyards.
So we cried every night for a week, squeezing as much
concern allowed between each sports update. You cried
every night for a week, yet I still mourn. Have you
forgotten their faces? Patience is a virtue I won't
instate. I must see the faces of every abductee. I
must taste the pain. Remind me of our system
atrocities. Don't let me forget. Don't let me forget.
Why haven't we drawn a line? Instead, we feed and
shelter them. We support the evil and pay their debts.
We've paid their debts. Why can't we win?
territory. America's child has passed so close to
freedom. Now closest with her maker, the ten lifetimes
of terror were experienced by this frail body. Where
have our children gone? They are not to be found
amongst this tabloid filth over kill, an embarrassing
lack of responsibility, a vicious cycle of soap opera
drama pettiness. No known beginning and no end in
sight, this must be our darkest hour when gossip takes
priority over our young. Are we this shallow? Are we
this apathetic? Are we this bored? Prove me wrong. The
child is mine, now that she has been thrown away. The
interest is gone, so now the others suffer. They
suffer unto a grotesque attention span deficit
monster. They turned our play yards into graveyards.
So we cried every night for a week, squeezing as much
concern allowed between each sports update. You cried
every night for a week, yet I still mourn. Have you
forgotten their faces? Patience is a virtue I won't
instate. I must see the faces of every abductee. I
must taste the pain. Remind me of our system
atrocities. Don't let me forget. Don't let me forget.
Why haven't we drawn a line? Instead, we feed and
shelter them. We support the evil and pay their debts.
We've paid their debts. Why can't we win?
Credits
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- While a Nation Sleeps (Deluxe Edition 2019) [Remastered]
- 20th Anniversary Live in Berlin (Complete Deluxe Edition)
- Acoustic Bonus: 20th Anniversary Live in Berlin
- The Misery Index: 20th Anniversary Live in Berlin
- Tomorrow Come Today: 20th Anniversary Live in Berlin
- After the Eulogy: 20th Anniversary Live in Berlin
- Fall from Grace
- Boysetsfire - Audio Commentary
- Boysetsfire (Track by Track)
- Savage Blood
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.