Naked and Cold

Draped in anger and clothed in brokenness
We speak with frailty and false intelligence
Walking as if we’re numb to the pain
We stare in the graves as our nerves fade away
Cut to the heart. I repent
No longer cold. I repent
Face in the dirt. I repent
No longer cold. I repent
We are the product of mass prescription
Sold to the sellers of еvery trend
Bound and gagged by thе institutions
Silence is their greatest demand
Will we use our voices to say anything worth saying at all?
Hope for the hopeless
Strength for the weak
Love for the broken
Done to the least....
Will my generation know that they were bought...
Bought at a price more precious than gold?
Will my generation know that they were bought...
Bought at a price more precious than gold
Cut to the heart
No longer cold. Face in the dirt
No longer cold.... Are... we... we... are we saying something...
Are we saying something... are we saying something... are we saying something real?
We are the voice of a broken generation
Kicked out and beaten down
Religions all have failed us now
Retaliating against the old, with this bitter taste in our mouths
Left alone, naked and cold
We are the voice of a broken generation
Kicked out and beaten down
Religions all have failed us now
Retaliating against the old, with this bitter taste in our mouths
Left alone, naked and cold