There's a Snake Bite in the Youth of Americas Skin

Everyone's got a hidden agenda and we're hooked in an instant

fed lies like it's nobody's business, to create a relative truth but not admit it

at the very core of our generation stands a man too proud to step down

from the soap box he preaches from, and his words seep into us

when everything becomes relative why be alive if it's the same as being dead?

and at the end of everyday, and end the end of the game, why strive to be important if life has no meaning?

And there's a world outside of these four walls, that you can't see even though you stand so tall

you can try to sneak a glimpse at what the real world is, but in the end if you're dead to me, you're dead to all real men.