They've laid to rest morality,
blessed themselves with immortality
gazed into the eyes of innocents
as the blade was pulled out merrily
I'd beg and plead if it made sense to me,
if I thought it'd make a difference
to quit is to lose, so I suppose
I'm conceding defeat from weariness
They say "No time play, you cannot stay,
appreciate the mess I've made"
Then they turn their backs and walk away
I've seen young bystanders
get shown the view from their watchtowers
and with their stealth and stench
transform these tykes
into another great lot of admirers
I don't blame traders
ah, how ignorance is bliss
it's so fucking easy to be bought and sold
when you're a young and stupid kid