Cancer - The Amenta

A waxwork generation

Replicas in studied generic pose

The only change

A softening of features

Manufactured in factory conditions

Is a perfect copy preferred

To an imperfect original?

A locked groove generation

Every pass drives the needle deeper

A revolution brings distortion

Each closing vein blunts the needle

Such pointless movement

Everything redundant

Remote culture symbolized

By circling the drain

This is the cancer generation

A culture of the leech

This is parasites grasping

For ideals out of reach

Cancer generation

An age of soulless husks

An age of rot

An age of rust

Cancer generation

Ground to dust

A reactive generation

Slaves driven by stimuli

No analysis, no thought

This shallow cult

Is the price of ease

Cancer generation

There is no way out

Of this fucking tailspin

The trap has sprung

The human succumbs

Meekly

A counterfeit generation

Every fake identical

It’s meaning faded

And it’s worth diluted

A culture of parasites

Drinking from the veins of another

A culture of addicts

A culture of fraud

An era of sloth

The deviant decorum

Of the slowest of the herd

This is the product of

A lifetime of apathy

A locked groove generation

Every pass drives the needle deeper

A revolution brings distortion

Each closing vein blunts the needle

Such pointless movement

Everything redundant

You built the bomb

You built the bomb

Now strap it on

This is the cancer generation

A culture of the leech

This is parasites grasping

For ideals out of reach

Cancer generation

An age of soulless husks

An age of rot

An age of rust

Cancer generation

Ground to dust