and as they march on you,
see the leigions of grass,
get trampled to dirt, until,
they walk over someone else.

come on enforce your views,
cause i really want to hear
and the world is waiting now
can't you say something new?

and as it comes down,
to the winter heat,
what do you do, when you have
no clothes to speak of?

in the loveless gaze,
of those above you,
you dodge the bullets, under
the cover of a blind man.

You stopped caring,
When they stopped paying.

But I stopped paying,
When you stopped caring.