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Based upon the tendency of mainstream news media to exaggerate all of the bad in the world and promote the case for war.
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Lyrics
Every Last Stand
(Verse1)
Fantasy truth disregarding the past,
an empty echo betraying the facts.
The Hollywood version of history,
nobody cares about the coming of the end.
Please come again.
(Chorus)
The lost heroics and forgotten feats,
the thirst for war, more uncounted meat.
Their efforts worth nothing,
but the coin in their hand,
they strongly endorsed every last stand.
There must be a reason,
where the truth becomes treason.
Everyone dies, protecting their greed and lies.
(Guitar Solo)
(Bridge)
So there must be a cause, that the truth got it wrong,
because everyone’s happy, when the ratings are strong.
It’s television, a massive delusion,
selling us short, for what these ashes are worth, anymore
(Verse2)
Reaping the past of every lost moment,
corrupting it’s path, changing its movement.
All for mass appeal and feeding their greed,
It ignores the good in men, the mood back then.
I meant to throw it way, but I gave it a name instead.
It sure gets lonely when you’re all alone,
If I could; I’d teach it to,
to answer the phone.
(Chorus)
The lost heroics and forgotten feats,
the thirst for war, more uncounted meat.
Their efforts worth nothing,
but the coin in their hand,
they strongly endorsed every last stand.
There must be a reason,
where the truth becomes treason.
Everyone dies, protecting their greed and lies.
(Outro/Synth lead)
(Verse1)
Fantasy truth disregarding the past,
an empty echo betraying the facts.
The Hollywood version of history,
nobody cares about the coming of the end.
Please come again.
(Chorus)
The lost heroics and forgotten feats,
the thirst for war, more uncounted meat.
Their efforts worth nothing,
but the coin in their hand,
they strongly endorsed every last stand.
There must be a reason,
where the truth becomes treason.
Everyone dies, protecting their greed and lies.
(Guitar Solo)
(Bridge)
So there must be a cause, that the truth got it wrong,
because everyone’s happy, when the ratings are strong.
It’s television, a massive delusion,
selling us short, for what these ashes are worth, anymore
(Verse2)
Reaping the past of every lost moment,
corrupting it’s path, changing its movement.
All for mass appeal and feeding their greed,
It ignores the good in men, the mood back then.
I meant to throw it way, but I gave it a name instead.
It sure gets lonely when you’re all alone,
If I could; I’d teach it to,
to answer the phone.
(Chorus)
The lost heroics and forgotten feats,
the thirst for war, more uncounted meat.
Their efforts worth nothing,
but the coin in their hand,
they strongly endorsed every last stand.
There must be a reason,
where the truth becomes treason.
Everyone dies, protecting their greed and lies.
(Outro/Synth lead)
MarkHolbrook
about the warped views we seem to be pounded with these days. Nicely done.