Cult of Youth
The Dead Sea
Some birds thrive from their own decayAnd the sun was beating downThe joy to melt the frost awayFor the truth was never foundFor all their talk of toleranceThey threw stones at their feetWe raise our glass in shameTo drink deepWhen vengence blooms like flowersA different form of griefso vulgar were their martyrsso harmless were their teethFor all their talk of toleranceThey threw stones at their feetWe raise our glass in shameTo drink deepAnd the sea it nearly vanishedFor their lies, they were so vastWhen the laughter lost its powerThey were feeding off the trashFor all their talk of toleranceThey threw stones at their feetWe raise our glass in shameTo drink deep
From Letras Mania