You gave birth to a deaf generation Visual talent is the new sensation The trade in value of soul has dropped to all time low Plastic molds are the new gold You devour virtue and spit out our glamour Faces have become vagrant pieces of abstract art This is rare This is candor This is sound without optical slander You can destroy my face before you rid me of my hands Pry out my eyes and Ill be all ears I wont be the surgeons new canvas Nor will I be the producers new plan This machine doesnt run off of music Vanitys a drug and they seem to abuse it You devour virtue and spit out our glamour Faces have become vagrant pieces of abstract art [David Stephens] You have killed rocknroll and buried it With the average mans aspiration Never will I, never will I, trade myself to be the machines cranking gears You have killed rocknroll and buried it With the average mans aspiration Never will I, never will I, trade myself to be the machines cranking gears This is rare This is candor This is sound without optical slander You can destroy my face before you rid me of my hands Pry out my eyes and Ill be all ears This is rare This is candor This is sound without optical slander You can destroy my face before you rid me of my hands Pry out my eyes and Ill be all ears
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