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" 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 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 sald yourself 
Throw your gift into the fire 
Into the fire of apathy 
You play the fool again and again 
I'll be here to clean you up 
I'll be here to clean up your body 
This is the death of apathy