We stomp upon the roads of Glory
The roads that once had told a story
About soldiers who gave thier life
An honorable sacrafice
I Bet the part of your soul
That you have not given up for gold
diamonds, riches, wealth, and sex
That when this story is done and told
I will have pronounced your role
In this world of sickness
Despise the goals that we will
do anything to over come
We want to be rich
So we rob our friends
We want to be wealthy
So we do it again
We have sex
Because we want to be cool
We want to be famous
So we become Prostitutes
We want to be loved
So we cry TV
Then we kill ourselves for love
Because we are greedy
We want to be funny
So we can be cool
We want to be hilarious
So we shoot up the school
We feel hated
We want to be prom king
That will never happen
So we jump of the building
This just a taste
Of what is to come
So love to you all
For now I am done...
