From My Cold Dead Hands lyrics

5. From My Cold Dead Hands

Force-fed youth watch crippled america
Dependent on things not seen in black and white
Responsibility is a dying art form
Everything is out of (gun) control
`From my cold dead hands` you said
Throw your gift into the fire
Into the fire of apathy
You play the role again and again
Smoke your last hope although you`re dead
Manufactured stupidity
This image beaten into a child easily led to do the same
Television is your crutch
Fear is your god
Is this all you`re worth?
A wasted opportunity
You sold yourself short
You sald yourself
Throw your gift into the fire
Into the fire of apathy
You play the fool again and again
I`ll be here to clean you up
I`ll be here to clean up your body
This is the death of apathy
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