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