Monuments

Yeah, we're all in a race, a race to the bottom
Still playing for pennies, they call it 'paying our dues'
What will it take to not feel hollow
While we're so desperately failing
And we abandon our dreams?

Be a monument for the living
Not a puppeteer for the dead
We both know history won't be forgiving
Write our names in the wet cement

Tell me what is so great of a generation
So unable to love and unwilling to learn?
Being afraid is the new hallelujah
When they light torches for bully pulpits
Looking for witches to burn

Be a monument for the living
Not a puppeteer for the dead
We both know history won't be forgiving
Write our names in the wet cement

I used to laugh when all my heavy metal heroes started losing their hair
Now everyday I try not to lose my fucking mind
And we're here with the junkies getting high on our thoughts and prayers
With the future untold, a future on hold, a future stolen and sold

We are living monuments, we are living monuments
Let’s write our names in the wet cement

I was born to love
Not born to die