Beacon Soul

                                  Hopeless heroes beat this clap-trap haven

Rats are bigger than the noise, this generation

Who the hell is Tod Jones anyway?

Society's bombs on a cafeteria trail



The only thing is the brain is split

The smiles to stares to faceless shit

We walk off the shop to a beacon soul breathing

But they had to guess eternal life



Has to believe in traditions recently

We turn a blind eye to the monkey child bleeding

Working to fight off disease

Meet the clock saviors passing on the street



Cover creations without sounds

[Incomprehensible] ruthless, stumbling around

Darlings of deceit, [Incomprehensible]

Reverse the flow of negative energy



We turn a blind eye, ooh, turn a blind eye

Ooh, turn a blind eye