With empty minds and vacant stares Our lifeless generation is drawn Toward the illusions of endless offered bait The same selective vision Let boxcars carry millions to their cremation Inaction masked by pseudo satisfaction So many lives have burned away "Another night with nothing to do" is an infection When anger has no motive and force has no direction A lack of self control invites every distraction From the holocausts we'd see and a world in agony 1944 through 1998: children dead at Birkenau Or Tibetans laid to waste Excuses become our legacy Postponing introspection through denial and self rejection There is no inevitable oppresiion We are digging our own graves Afraid of what we feel so our lives remain the same Uphold the status quo as if there's someone else to blame Who will cast away our ashes after we've thrown Ourselves into the flames? "I can always do it tomorrow" Well you might as well be dead today This is my revolution The epitaph of our collective grave will read that "Work never made us free" Our strength maintained by never giving in We have so much to lose so little time left to begin For even when we're gone The effects of our legacy will still remain So we've got to break it In time alone as the years go by what I feel can't be denied When tension builds and nothing gets changed I strive to understand and redefine this rage And fight for a new legacy