Three years gone,

I’m still searching for the future of the broken young

This isn’t living, surviving with hope

Hold on, protect everything that you love and know

We are all victims of our own evolution

We suffer together, but we all die alone

We shame our nation while it’s on its knees

Stretched to breaking point with new disease

Won't you sing this with me?



We’ve strayed too far to be saved.

I’ve been told

The fastest growing sickness lives inside of me

Cut or suffer,

Beg or differ.

Can’t you see?

It’s in the minds of the weak

Who think they’re better than the shit we’re living in



Black our eyes

Take our tongues

We’re paying for the way shit should have been done

Fuck it

We’re paying for the way shit should have been done

And still we beg

But still we beg

With our head in our hands to a myth with a message,

But no escape plan.

Suffering show us what we should have done

We’re overdosed, we’re overrun

Our pride, our triumph

Trophies of violence



Always deceived by a false allegiance

To feed the ones that give in

Tear down our idols

Trophies of the violence



We’re back to set the record straight

We’re rage romantic and full of hatred

Some inspiration right now would suffice

This whole world is dreaming of a better fucking life



Thirsty parasites

We're dead behind the eyes

Of mindless genocide

We cannot stomach in our vile pride

It tastes like shit

But most of us don’t care

And the rest will never hear this,

The flat line criticals

We clot the bleed and cauterise

Just to get by

Predisposed and true to form

We rape the world of all it holds

We got the earth of all it has call it hell when can’t give back



We are a living abortion, a vile creation

But let’s make the best of a bad situation

Let’s make the best of a bad situation



Black our eyes, take our tongues

We’re paying for the way shit should’ve been done

Fuck it

We’re paying for the way shit should’ve been done



(You think you're nothing like these creatures)



Suffering show us what we should have done

We’re overdosed, we’re overrun

Our pride, our triumph

Trophies of violence

Always deceived by a false allegiance

To feed the ones that give in

Tear down our idols

Trophies of the violence

But it’s not the end of the world

Yet.