Songtext Cancer The Amenta

Cancer

A waxwork generation
Replicas in studied generic pose
The only change
A softening of features
Manufactured in factory conditions
Is a perfect copy preferred
To an imperfect original?

A locked groove generation
Every pass drives the needle deeper
A revolution brings distortion
Each closing vein blunts the needle
Such pointless movement
Everything redundant
Remote culture symbolized
By circling the drain

This is the cancer generation
A culture of the leech
This is parasites grasping
For ideals out of reach
Cancer generation
An age of soulless husks
An age of rot
An age of rust
Cancer generation
Ground to dust

A reactive generation
Slaves driven by stimuli
No analysis, no thought
This shallow cult
Is the price of ease
Cancer generation

There is no way out
Of this fucking tailspin
The trap has sprung
The human succumbs
Meekly

A counterfeit generation
Every fake identical
It's meaning faded
And it's worth diluted
A culture of parasites
Drinking from the veins of another

A culture of addicts
A culture of fraud
An era of sloth
The deviant decorum
Of the slowest of the herd
This is the product of
A lifetime of apathy

A locked groove generation
Every pass drives the needle deeper
A revolution brings distortion
Each closing vein blunts the needle
Such pointless movement
Everything redundant
You built the bomb
You built the bomb
Now strap it on

This is the cancer generation
A culture of the leech
This is parasites grasping
For ideals out of reach
Cancer generation
An age of soulless husks
An age of rot
An age of rust
Cancer generation
Ground to dust