There's a price on our heads
Remember when we couldn't give it away?
They want to see us dead
But they'll be happy just to watch the decay
And I've been reading about our demise
Trying to see myself through your eyes
Well, it's an open casket wake
Enjoy the show
I heard the herd is nervous,
That the murdered word disturbed it
Anabolic egos can't consider how their words hit
Translation: no action
Just consumer satisfaction
Light a match and watch the rats
Dividing into factions
There will be no more heroes
There will be no more "death or glory"
Just second story men
Selling second-hand stories