To live in a dying breed
I see no future in me
To burn out on my own design
I feel the heat losing steam
What looks like an auspicious thought
Fleeting image in the dark
Burning trash as a pastime
Like a pill down the throat
What's leaning to disingenuous
A spoon-fed megaphone
Like a pillar to the heavens
We'll jam our way up
A new face based in mass appeal
Another brick in the wall
While the metal heats and cracks
We all provide
To stay in line
Watch your passion dissolve
We all worry too much
To see your parents lose out
I'll make it easier soon
We all provide
Stay in line