Plastic, crying, still the pose Communications cut, caskets closed No one followed 'em, clench my fist, enough credit A runaway set and i'm criminally poetic to this track This lyrical hijack, knowledge free Making endeavors, a path to ways of war Rebellion underground, play real I'll scream and i'll force a government debt It's too much to resent, but instead of these shells It's got me fired up, i'm tired than hell So check you're source, i think a hearse went by If we're not with them, we'll be the next to die You can't judge a book by it's cover Who will play? who will save? You don't understand the difficult When you're stored in an unmarked grave