So inevitable, another lie, another reason to justify, tearing it down. Honesty, such a novelty, so we king ourselves with a plastic crown. Casualty of a daydream nation, close acquaintance, no relation. Search and destroy, dignity we left laying along the way to everyone's dismay. Predictable cliché, kindred enemies. The walking dead, living a lie. Ever get the feeling you've been cheated? So unavoidable, another fight, sell the ticket and crash the ride, burn it down. A legacy of brutality, so caught up in the process of weeding out. The chopping block starving for a neck, pointing fingers and stabbing backs. Never question, conformity, the big take over under way, much to our dismay. A lucrative display, perpetual decay. The walking dead, living a lie. Ever get the feeling you've been cheated? Left to destroy themselves, yet somehow still alive. Battling for the best position, posturing for recognition. The best days thrown away in an age of quarrel. Butcher the memories! The walking dead, living a lie. Ever get the feeling you've been cheated? Ever get the feeling you've been...