Lyrics There Is Nothing Here Worth Keeping - Fit for An Autopsy

Show them violence
There is torment
Behind every smiling face
Overfed, overbred rats in a losing race
Pennies in fountains
Beneath the holy mountains
Still water in the basins of sick floating faces
Ignorance is not bliss
It's just the burden we drag
The march of the blind
Get in line
Under the shadow of a flag
Once a symbol of hope
Now a tool for tyrants
Bound by the ropes
Once reserved for the violent
Dreamless nights spent staring at the ceilings
Complacent in defeat
Numb to the feeling
Stringing memories together
As if they had meaning
There is nothing here worth keeping
There is torment
Behind every smiling face
Overfed, overbred rats in a losing race
Look at the world through the eyes of a man
Who won't stand for the shit he's been given
Who is intimidated by religion,
Or the fucking television
And its distorted vision
Of a life that defines the need for violence?
Show them the violence
Drag them through the streets!
Act in violence
Ignorance is not bliss
It's just the burden we drag
The march of the blind
Get in line,
Under the shadow of a flag
Once a symbol of hope,
Now a tool for tyrants
Bound by the ropes
Once reserved for the violent
Dreamless nights spent staring at the ceilings,
Complacent in defeat
Numb to the feeling
Stringing memories together
As if they had meaning
There is nothing here worth keeping
We walk on
Steady towards the sun
Unhappy with our lives
And all that we have done
So, I will see you
On the other side of the night
Waiting for silence
To bring an end to this life