Wasted Youth

Brain-washed, the headlines, low-tech communiqué
 Phonetics slander, historic hypocrisy
 Burnt into yesterday's envious eyes
 Ataxic promise, archaic lies
 Counterfeit culture, gentrified these cryptic dreams
 Don't you know what this means to me?
 At least I know what I want to be
 At least I know what this means to me
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 These ghosts haunt the will in my heart
 Even after all this time
 I can't get it out of mind
 Even after all this time
 I can't get it out of my mind
 Forever I'm patient, chaos, I'll never die
 We will never be the same
 They say nothing lasts forever, but some things never change
 I've wasted youth
 I've wasted dreams
 Now all I have is sanity
 But what is sanity?
 Hands stained with blood
 We will never be the same