In the corridors of institutions
There's a putrid smell
Of rotting minds
That beg for something real to hold
Instead of processed
Useless lies
Mothers who*e their weeks away
As daughters learn
To do the same
As years wear on, we'll see the day
When numbers take
The place of names
This is the force that marks new breath
It's thrashing d**h
It's thrashing d**h
It seems that in a place so free
The price for words
Are hardly such
So sick of trendy censorship
So I can't speak
You're made to s**
Perceived as dirt because we think
To know there's something
Truly wrong
Gun out the thrash and bang your head
Bullets tonight
Ten million strong
Thrashatonement- Burning in my eyes
Thrashatonement- For every wasted life
Their standards work them to no end
So that the mind
Cannot roam free
All conversations sound the same
Everyone is the
Same to me
The creative souls that aren't tamed
Are quarantined
And locked away
The stats quo suits them fine
But only grows them
Crooked spines