Ultrasonic catatonic altered states of droning phonics
Thoughts melt with the candle's flame
Empty stages Macbook sages
Fist pumping repeated phrases
Mesmerize the empty minds
I bite down on my tongue
While the pain whispers that the jury's hung
Lower the denominator to corral the most in favor
To follow in lieu of creation
I can't say where it's going
I only know where has been
The further we go the deeper the hole
Can rock n' roll be dead
Heretic the cynic who describes
The sounds as photogenic
Beauty crying I deserve better
Holding on like nothing's wrong
When you can't even sing the song
It's addiction to comfort's tones
Shame's a game best freed
When tamed after you have shifted blame
Bitters better when you're right
Despite the loss you always fight
Pride alone on a dying vine
I can't say where it's going
I only know where it has been
The further we go the deeper the hole
Can rock n' roll be dead
Ya' see
I can't say where it's going
I only know where it has been
The further we go the deeper the hole
Can rock n' roll be dead
Ultrasonic catatonic altered states of droning phonics
Thoughts melt with the candle's flame
Empty stages Macbook sages
Fist-pumping repeated phrases
Mesmerize the empty minds
I bite down on my tongue
When the pain whispers that the jury's hung
Lower the denominator to corral the most in favor
To follow in lieu of creation
Welcome to where it's going
Fall in line with the trends
The further we go the deeper the hole
Can rock n' roll be dead
Shame
Rock n' Roll is a ghost
Shame
Rock n' Roll is a ghost
Shame
Rock n' Roll is a ghost
Shame
Rock n' Roll is a ghost