Testicular

We are the choice of a new generation But to me all this shit tastes the same Gaps between the ages filled with the same selling points Over and over and over again Will we seek a life that we construct on our own Or will we scream for a change that's so unclear I know that this life belongs to you And you bow down to no one else But we could do so much better Without these bullshit scenes How can we see a change When we ourselves sell out to survive their game While filling the next generation With anger fueled through hatred and angst Spread the sickness We're blind Create the sickness That binds Creating the futures loss Through words clouded by fear While the shepards gain What they stood against Spread the sickness We're blind We are the sickness And our ignorance is not bliss Will we seek a life that we construct on our own Or will we scream for a change that's so unclear I know that this life belongs to you And you bow down to no one else But we could do so much better Without these bullshit scenes While we sit here and point our crooked little fingers Of non-conformity through mass conformity Fiscal gains overshadow the messages And then we'll be the ones for which they sing