Dying Breed

Those words that you preach
They don't seem so true
Just words on the paper
To make the whole world, bow before you

You're only lying to yourself
Take a good look in the mirror
Can't you see the fiction in your eyes
You've become what you once despised

The strong hearted
The true believers
Seem to be
A thing of the past

An ever slowly dying breed

We are only
Killing ourselves