The Heel On The Throat Of The Young

Our is the golden future

As the heavy words softly roll

Ringing in our ears as we sit idly by

Towering towards the heavens

The hell that we have built

We created a monster

And now it's coming for our children

Thrust into the stained skies

For efficiency passified

We are but components of their machine

COMPONENTS

I fast-forward through the film

To get what I must hace missed

We bleed, we breathe

But we don't live - we exist

Precious things that do no last

Our lips pressed to the decay

The master-plan will fall loud

As we sit idly by

As god moves across the water

the lie moves through us all

We created a monster

And now it's coming for our children

Thrust into the stained skies

For efficiency passified

We are but components of their machine

COMPONENTS

I fast-forward through the film

To get what I must hace missed

We bleed, we breathe

But we don't live - we exist