”From My Cold Dead Hands” - Remembering Never

Force fed youth watch crippled America
Dependent on things not seen in black and white
Responsibility is a dying art form
Everything is out of gun control
From my cold dead hands
From my cold dead hands
From my cold dead hands you said
Throw your gift into the fire
Into the fire of apathy
You play the role again and again
Smoke your last hope although you're dead
Manufactured stupidity
This image beaten into a child
Smoke your last hope although you're dead
Manufactured stupidity
This image beaten into a child
Easily led to do the same
Television is your crutch
Fear is your god
Is this all you're worth
A wasted opportunity
You sold yourself short
You sold yourself short
You sold yourself
From my cold dead hands
From my cold dead hands
From my cold dead hands you said
Throw your gift into the fire
Into the fire of apathy
You play the fool again and again
Smoke your last hope although you're dead
Manufactured stupidity
This image beaten into a child
Smoke your last hope although you're dead
Manufactured stupidity
This image beaten into a child
Easily led to do the same
I'll be here to clean you up
I'll be here to clean up your body
Throw your gift into the fire
Into the fire of apathy
You play the fool again and again
This is the death of apathy
This is the death of apathy