We are ready to dive in head first This world has provided only a deadly thirst To live could be more than to destroy But if we must let us reverse the direction in which we deploy These days of disgusting leisure are on their way out If you've got any sense at all, you should be buried in your doubt There's little left of what was used to be Things you thought would last forever, are now anomaly Standing on the edge of a cliff, reason starts to drift One more step and you'll be smashed to bits Old instincts draw you into the abyss of junk The wind is at our back but we still refuse to jump Progress goes backwards, only time moves ahead The roads are paved, not with gold but the dead It's time to sew these wounds in your head Get ready to give up a piece of your bread Settle in for television of the greatest fall Watch the white collar get smaller and smile happily as the air runs out It didn't take a bible to know What this has and would become now Progression of nothing, progression of growth What have we grown? A myth? Is it hope? A garden of destruction, a crop so select A one way monoculture, everything to reject You can continue to smash your face On the bars in search of grace A pursuit of perfection without any rage You have read a lot of books But have you read what's on the wall? With no practice of action we do know that we are nothing To live could be more than to destroy But if we must, let us reverse the direction in which we deploy Let's roll a storm their way We have a lot to gain We've practiced on ourselves long enough Let's roll a storm their way