A new generation born into betrayal
Devoid of loyalty and faith
You set the course on this path of destruction

Your monster to create

Pavlov's dog, beaten and starving

Turns his bite on you
We're in the midst of an Orwellian nightmare
These predictions will ring true


A nation devouring it's own
Self consuming, cannibalistic

Drool forming on the corners of the mouth
Greedily licking it's lips
But the chattel grows weary of slaughter

And offering it's throat for the blade
Self-preservation occurs to the masses
The consumer transposed to the prey


There's only one way to deal with your kind


Inevitably pockets of resistance will form
The likes of the Weathermen may be seen again
Virus or anti-virus is in the eye of the beholder

No longer affording a cold turned shoulder

A new generation born into betrayal

Devoid of loyalty and faith
You set the course on this path of destruction
Your monster to create