Paroles de Beacon Soul

Hopeless heroes beat this claptrap haven Rats bigger that the noiseless generation Who the hell is Dow Jones anyway Society's bones on a cafeteria tray The feeling is the brain is split From smiles to stares to baseless shit Walk off the shock to a beacon soul breathing A helping hand against eternal lying Asked to believe in traditions reasoning To turn a blind eye to the monkey trial bleeding Working to fight off disease beat the clock Saviors passing on the street Covert creations without sound Mirage is ruthless stumbling around Darlings of deceit hyperbole Reverse the flow of negative energy