Sangtekst: Witch Hunt. Burning Bridges To Nowhere. Blind Eyes Blind Lives.

In 2012 what will they say?
What words will echo at the end of our days?
A disenchanted nation on permanent vacation
A recycled retired failed operation

Self-indulge as you succumb to this me-generation

Pay no attention to the signals they send
Turn a blind eye rest assured
The property values climb sky high
At the expense of the marginalized

As you stroll down the unfamiliar streets
Reaping the benefits of a fleeing city
The libraries are closing
No children left behind
They are swept under a rug forever lost in time

Self-indulge as you succumb to this me-generation

Pay no attention to the signals they send
Turn a blind eye rest assured
The property values climb sky high
At the expense of the marginalized

Crocodile tear drops
War toys for tots
Give the gift of giving
But you're clearly not listening
To the words they say
As the kites drift away.