Pretty Poison

Sitting here
With my cheap re-make,
Changed for more action,
Geared for imitation.
I've never seen such crap.
I watch with horror
As these kids grow up
Where nothing is real.
They eat it up,
Like it's really good
And not just poison
In a pretty bottle.

Nothing's sacred,
Nothing's real.
Not even these sins
Have any conviction.
Made for ratings,
Changed for more action,
Geared for imitation.
Watch this world
Fall down to dust.

I am bad,
But these kids are worse.
I want to grow old,
And reminisce,
But there's nothing here
Worth remembering.
Don't people see
The cheap plastic wrap
Covering their eyes?
Am I the only one who sees
That these ugly things
Come in pretty packages?

Nothing's sacred,
Nothing's real.
Not even these sins
Have any conviction.
Made for ratings,
Changed for more action,
Geared for imitation.
Watch this world
Fall down to dust.

It would be nice
If we could stop it,
And offer something new.
But when this is all we got
What other choice do we have?
What can we do?
I watch myself turn bitter,
With the taste of metal
Settling in my mouth.
This is all so fake.
And one day, my child,
All of this will be yours.

Nothing's sacred,
Nothing's real.
Not even these sins
Have any conviction.
Made for ratings,
Changed for more action,
Geared for imitation.
Watch this world
Fall down to dust.

Why'd I have to be born
Here, at this time?
Everything good was back then.
I just don't want
To go where we're headed.
Because it's so unreal.
This great empire
Took so much to build,
But nobody cares, do they?
All this garbage,
It makes me sick.
It's not worth living for.

Nothing's sacred,
Nothing's real.
Not even these sins
Have any conviction.
Made for ratings,
Changed for more action,
Geared for imitation.
Watch this world
Fall down to dust,
Taking me with it.
And I'll be glad
When it finally does.