Testo di Worlds Apart

Random lost souls have asked me "What's the future of rock 'n' roll?" I say "I don't know, does it matter?" This and that scene, They sound all the same to me Neither much worse nor much better. We're so fucked these days We don't know who to hate or who to praise Consider that suffering & pain When we're so privileged, a fact We forget about as We go whinging all over the place. How they laugh as we shovel the ashes Wrath has soured Blood and death, we will pay back the debt Of this candy store of ours. Look at those cunts on MTV With cars, and cribs, and rings and shit Is that what being a celebrity means? Look, boys and girls, at BBC See corpses, rapes and amputees What do you think now of the American dream? And our soccer moms and dads Who raised us brats on those TV ads I know that they sleep at night Their conscience is intact They've convinced themselves of that Giving money to Jesus Fucking H Christ How they laugh as we shovel the ashes Of the twin towers Blood and death, we will pay back the debt Of this candy store of ours Of this candy store of ours Of this candy store of ours