about
generation stagnation, all we've heard is the word 'cannot'
austerity and abnegation, we were tied in a Gordian knot
cosmic grace, born in this place - how could we rail against our lot?
or leave to burn without a trace, Elysium be left to rot?
A man, reluctant, serves
with a gun held to his head
A man, defiant, burns
brighest when his dreams prove dead
I will not serve a system that is broken by design
there before the great decline
civilization capitulation, the vainglorious decadance
validation of ill sensation, have we lost our collective sense?
cannot appraise or feel malaise without a martyr there to take offense
maladroit and malcontent, forever victims of their indolence
A man, reluctant, serves
with a gun held to his head
A man, defiant, burns
brighest when his dreams prove dead
I will not serve a system that is broken by design
there before the great decline
can we find our unity before all hope is gone?
night is darkest before the dawn
here they come, to swell the sum of mewling mouths and open sores
consumption brave, dysfunction grave - close the parks and barricade the stores
a fascination with sedation, raucous children drugged into bores
fatherless, emotionless, a legacy of criminals and whores
A man, reluctant, serves
with a gun held to his head
A man, defiant, burns
brighest when his dreams prove dead
I will not serve a system that is broken by design
I will watch the great decline
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Elysium,
released January 31, 2016
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