Texty: Kids Carry Germs. The Potential Within Ourselves. Can't Stay Gold.

These times never looked so great
We have all these kids trying to replicate
How we look and how we feel becomes part of their dress appeal
No heart! No faith! That means that we can?t relate
to the words that come out of your mouth.I think it?s time that we broke out
I?m lost for words. I have nothing to say
Everybody?s abandoned ship, so we sail away
Hoping that we can bring back better days
But eventually everything will fade.
The radio and record labels they twist our name
When life styles become trends that?s when it?s not the same
Everybody must have caught a bad case of the ill
Too bad the pills that you swallow aren?t the one?s that will kill
We?ll never be the same