You dress up to go play in your garden
Bought by your corporate greed
Mirrored reflections upon the wall from mass appeal
You ego has become the suspenders you wear

We listened to you out of ignorance
And bought your wares paraded upon MTV
Now we are wiser and leaving you to sow
In a weeded garden

Slowly the weeds sprung forth
And your corporate pesticide won’t work
The children now feed
Upon the weeds harvested from your own weakness
Fruitless works breeds new pests

Piece by piece they slowly grew
Until your gardens are no more
They may be few but they are strong
Hybrid breed germinated by true desire
Children seek the truth you neglected
While eating your corporate acetate gardens

In lands far away
From brazil to Sparta
It’s a starting line from fall out boys
Educated by the academy is
And in the garden will be…me without you

04/11/2005

Posted on 04/12/2005
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