Beacon Soul

Hopeless heroes beat this clap-trap haven Rats are bigger than the noise, this generation Who the hell is Tod Jones anyway? Society's bombs on a cafeteria trail The only thing is the brain is split The smiles to stares to faceless shit We walk off the shop to a beacon soul breathing But they had to guess eternal life Has to believe in traditions recently We turn a blind eye to the monkey child bleeding Working to fight off disease Meet the clock saviors pa*sing on the street Cover creations without sounds [Incomprehensible] ruthless, stumbling around Darlings of deceit, [Incomprehensible] Reverse the flow of negative energy We turn a blind eye, ooh, turn a blind eye Ooh, turn a blind eye