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