Lyrics

Lowered expectations met. Once were wolves Now domesticated pets. Hijacked syntax Footprints on our backs. I guess in retrospect We should have covered our tracks But we see what's underneath, the empty Threat when they bare their teeth. Like priests We speak a dead language, written in sand. We Need a new lexicon, devils be damned Now M.B.A.'s twist the DNA I guess the kids have had their say No Way