Remake

We are not the same in any way, shape or form

You don’t have the mind to create anything

I’m blind, I’m blind, I can’t see through the idiocy

I can’t hardly see at all

I’m blind, I’m blind, I don’t even care

There’s so much to fear, and nothing to see here

No similarity between you and me

You’ve bastardized everything that I need

There’s no future for you in this town

So keep your head down and focus on the ground

Keep your head down, focus on the ground

You’ll never be anything like me

There’s so much to hear, there’s so much to feel

And you won’t ever even know if it’s real

An empty casket in a funeral home

That’s all you’ll ever be to me when you’re gone

It’s like a sinister plot to pervert everything I love

A disease if you please; something to make you believe that this is real,

When it’s simply illogic.

A disease if you please; something to harbor the sleaze

A game of make believe, and people fucking buy it.

There’s so much to hear, there’s so much to feel

And you won’t ever even know if it’s real

An empty casket in a funeral home

That’s all you’ll ever be to me when you’re gone

I have seen my world fall apart before my eyes

I won’t let it happen again

I am here to destroy…

The aspiration of a nation, to remake the same stuff.

No creation.