To live in a dying breed I see no future in me To burn out on my own design I feel the heat losing steam What looks like an auspicious thought Fleeting image in the dark Burning trash as a pastime Like a pill down the throat What's leaning to disingenuous A spoon-fed megaphone Like a pillar to the heavens We'll jam our way up A new face based in mass appeal Another brick in the wall While the metal heats and cracks We all provide To stay in line Watch your passion dissolve We all worry too much To see your parents lose out I'll make it easier soon We all provide Stay in line