This is what its all about 
Past the pain, behind the joy 
Pointless endeavors, mounting feats 
Give up simpletons  
I see it in the beggar's eyes 
Deep inside our leaders shallow hearts 
It lies beneath every world you speak 
Bluntly filling cries of triumph to convince you self
There it is again the inspiration behind halls of
masterpieces 
The moral to every story you lairs weave
Pasted to your mini skirts and chains 
Recite it proudly, hand over heart 
Ripped into your scars of naivety 
Made up of nothing its something inside
I've gotten carried away 
Forgetting I don't care