Saints And Sinners

With empty minds and vacant stares 
  Our lifeless generation is drawn 
  Toward the illusions of endless offered bait 
  The same selective vision 
  Let boxcars carry millions to their cremation 
  Inaction masked by pseudo satisfaction 
  So many lives have burned away 
  "another night with nothing to do" is an infection 
  When anger has no motive and force has no direction 
  A lack of self control invites every distraction 
  From the holocausts we'd see and a world in agony 
  1944 through 1998: children dead at Birkenau 
  Or Tbetans laid to waste 
  Excuses become our legacy 
  Postponing introspection through denial and self rejection 
  There is no inevitable oppresiion 
  We are digging our own graves 
  Afraid of what we feel so our lives remain the same 
  Uphold the status quo as if there's someone else to blame 
  Who will cast away our ashes after we've thrown 
  Ourselves into the flames? 
  "i can always do it tomorrow" 
  Well you might as well be dead today 
  This is my revolution 
  The epitaph of our collective grave will read that 
  "work never made us free" 
  Our strength maintained by never giving in 
  We have so much to lose so little time left to begin 
  For even when we're gone 
  The effects of our legacy will still remain 
  So we've got to break it 
  In time alone as the years go by what i feel can't be denied 
  When tension builds and nothing gets changed 
  I strive to understand and redefine this rage 
  And fight for a new legacy