Now that I have your attention
I ask this question
To whom it may concern
What's left of a person
When you kill their purpose
Does identity become unknown
Well they make us feel like we're beneath
No matter what we've done
All we are in their eyes
Incomplete
Erasing a half from the whole
Pass the torch to the next generation
Keep the cycle moving on
What's running through their head
Delusions of grandeur
As they tear apart piece by piece
Well they make us feel like we're beneath
No matter what we've done
All we are in their eyes
Incomplete
Erasing a half from the whole
Well they make us feel like we're beneath
No matter what we've done
All we are in their eyes
Incomplete
Erasing a half from the whole
Well they make us feel like we're beneath
(Pass the torch to the next generation)
All we are in their eyes, incomplete
(We are not beneath, not incomplete)
Replacing the half to be whole