We fell asleep in arms that fondled our teeth
And sold them off to thieves
Now we sell ourselves around
Only time will tell if stories like these will share the same fate
Regiments of disconnects emerge in a moronic gentleman's war
With their eyes, their eyes blindfolded they rise
The battlefields are colored with the ignominy stained creed
With their eyes, their eyes blindfolded
They rise into this world
Kneeling and trembling before him
We fell asleep in arms that fondled our teeth
And sold them off to thieves
Now we sell ourselves around
Waiting on knowledge
Fed to us with a plastic spoon
Consuming the scraps, of the misquoted and deceased
With every word spoken today
Make what you will and understand
A typical feud nurtured, over many moons passed
Regiments of disconnects emerge in a moronic gentleman's war
With their eyes, their eyes blindfolded they rise
The battlefields are colored with the ignominy stained creed
With their eyes, their eyes blindfolded
They rise into this world
Beyond the drought-worn hillside
A figure appears as the cumulus over us darkens
We look up to face our fears
And by the rise of his all powerful hand, he sets vengeance and proclaims:
"Follow me or be crushed to the depths of weak mannered simpletons.
You have nowhere to hide, bow before me."
The regiment's morale dwindles
As they stare at me I yell:
"As we perish may our blood that spills
Be not taken in vain, giving us eternal continuance."
And as he slaughtered them all one by one
I watched from a distance
Waiting for the chance to raise my hand
"No more, will I be under your manipulation."
I thrust forward
With my perceptive glove
Gathering all my strength
Thou shalt now disappear
Bruised and beaten
Severed head in hand
The archetype has failed
We'll never forget
We fell asleep in arms that fondled our teeth
And sold them off to thieves
Now we sell ourselves around
Waiting on knowledge
Fed to us with a plastic spoon; with a plastic spoon
Regiments of disconnects
With their eyes, their eyes blindfolded they rise
Battlefields colored with creeds
Their eyes, their eyes blindfolded
They rise into this world