Testo Broken Heroes

Broken heroes in a corroded past
Worship what is hollow and cheap
Sand falls through gaps in unmarked hands
Drown in the promises that you didn't keep
All the fools who followed like vermin down the holes
Couldn't kill the dream held deep within our souls
And as those cowards tumble, I sing a song of faith
To this vision I'm devoted, from the cradle to the grave Your plastic lives of idiots, a world of mindless trends
Where no ones held accountable for their words, or the lies that they defend
It's your life it's your choice, to hock your gems for rocks and dust
And I can't blame you for your utter weakness
But you can't blame me for my disgust