Rock N' No Soul

You gave birth to a deaf generation

Visual talent is the new sensation

The trade in value of soul has dropped to all time low

Plastic molds are the new gold



You devour virtue and spit out our glamour

Faces have become vagrant pieces of abstract art



This is rare

This is candor

This is sound without optical slander

You can destroy my face before you rid me of my hands

Pry out my eyes and I'll be all ears



I won't be the surgeons new canvas

Nor will I be the producers new plan

This machine doesn't off of music

Vanity's a drug and they seem to abuse it



You devour virtue and spit out our glamour

Faces have become vagrant pieces of abstract art



[Dave from We Came As Romans:]

"You have killed rock-n-roll and buried it with the average mans aspiration

Never will I, never will I, trade myself to be the machines cranking gears

You have killed rock-n-roll and buried it with the average mans aspiration

Never will I, never will I, trade myself to be the machines cranking gears"



This is rare

This is candor

This is sound without optical slander

You can destroy my face before you rid me of my hands

Pry out my eyes and I'll be all ears



This is rare

This is candor

This is sound without optical slander

You can destroy my face before you rid me of my hands

Pry out my eyes and I'll be all ears