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It appears that we have reached the edge 
That zenith where stimuli and comatose collide 
Forty years ago the man proclaimed 
The age of the gross to be upon us 
And even though the man was destroying our heritage 
And insulting our intelligence 

That era has become very real 
We labor for pleasure and abhor the guilt of pressure 
My generation will go down as the architects 
Of contemporary disgust 

Some have fought and died 
Others have allowed the strong to be butchered for a price 
They themselves don't care about and will never understand 
I myself am beleaguered by the selfish face 
Of a kind of man that is not mankind 

Distrust in information 
Fundamentalism of opinion 
Catastrophic boredom and a fanatical devotion 
To that which does not matter 

Where is your glory now, people? 
Where are your Gods and politicians? 
Where is your shame and salvation? 
You rage for no reason because you have no reason 

What have you ever fought for? 
What have you ever bled for? 
The face of the earth is scarred with the walking dead 
The age of the gross is a living virus 

This is the future you have created 
This is the world you have set ablaze 
All your lies are coming true 
All freedom is lost, all hope is gone