Her Casket Holds No Bones

Are our lives, our biggest disguise - masked in deceit, just to repeat.. Well planes will fall out of the sky, these snakes will take back what is theirs A knife in the chest is far too easy to repair We are a generation that will feed itself We are a generation that will need itself We are a generation that will eat itself We are a generation that fucked itself I just performed surgery on myself, I shattered a thousand promises I cut away my pleasantries, and slept off most the pain I will talk a thousand words I will barter a thousand hurts I will suffice in this I will fail in what I give We are a generation that will feed itself We are a generation that will eat itself