Rock N' No Soul

You gave birth to a deaf generation
 Visual talent is the new sensation
 The trade in value of soul has dropped to all time low
 Plastic molds are the new gold
 You devour virtue and spit out our glamour
 Faces have become vagrant pieces of abstract art
 This is rare
 This is candor
 This is sound without optical slander
 You can destroy my face before you rid me of my hands
 Pry out my eyes and I'll be all ears
 I won't be the surgeons new canvas
 Nor will I be the producers new plan
 This machine doesn't off of music
 Vanity's a drug and they seem to abuse it
 You devour virtue and spit out our glamour
 Faces have become vagrant pieces of abstract art
 [Dave from:]
 "You have killed rock-n-roll and buried it with the average mans aspiration
 Never will I, never will I, trade myself to be the machines cranking gears
 You have killed rock-n-roll and buried it with the average mans aspiration
 Never will I, never will I, trade myself to be the machines cranking gears"
 This is rare
 This is candor
 This is sound without optical slander
 You can destroy my face before you rid me of my hands
 Pry out my eyes and I'll be all ears
 This is rare
 This is candor
 This is sound without optical slander
 You can destroy my face before you rid me of my hands
 Pry out my eyes and I'll be all ears