Body count in the daily news Murder is the daily chore now This is the twenty first century Suicide your ally Drugs your friend And sex your parent Twenty first century romance Nothing more then abortions Condoms being the hope for nirvana Body counts on the daily news Murder is our daily chore Lets go rob and call it grace The twenty first century appeal Stretching lights from your sports car A poor dead boy, nothing but a speed bump This is the twenty first century With all its romance With all its promise ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Today is just another good excuse to bleed Not a single word left to heed Now just watch As it slowly slides As reality no longer abides As it goes deeper, deeper, and deeper Don’t remember your sin It will just bring you down in the end Just keep moving towards eternity Don’t pick it up now You already forgotten how Just let it slide So today just turned out to be another good day to bleed And there is truly not a single good word to heed So watch it slowly slide, and reality no longer abides, as it goes deeper in...
