Every where I look the sonic youths,
Locked into catatonic untruths.
These are the mindless text-ers,
Living a life without any textures.
Falling fast into inner dreams,
Holding back their hopeless screams.
Racing ahead to an empty future,
With past wounds still to suture.
Their wasted minds dazed and confused,
By every drug they so readily abused.
This is the new world's society,
Who's lost all sense of propriety.
FOR GOD'S SAKE OPEN YOUR EYES!
CAN'T YOU SEE THE ENEMY'S LIES?