Lyrics

Sat down in front of a screen
Provided with no moral path

Sounds echoing inside of hollow skulls
No thought to what they would create

The lines between reality and fiction blurred
Selling us our own suffering

Eyes glued to the numbers always rising
To teach but not to learn


We were raised on destruction

Hypnotized by the technicolor
Make a black and white world

Consume without question
Swallow the feast but stay starving

Mouths always moving with eyes never blinking
Teeth shining like a beacon

Blood stains on every surface
Used as polish to make it glow

What can grow from such rotten gardens
Planted on living room floors?

An empty package, made from the rot
Bad seed, product of neglect

We were raised on destruction
Raised to destruct