Family Under - Internal Void

Torn, from the pages of all

That’s commercially obscene

Born, was the silver bastard of the music scene

And it’s been all for one since before different was safe

It said never surrender and it spans over three decades

Tied, to no style other than rock-n-rolls' truest form

Speaking, of music, love and of man kinds evil it warns

Much more closer knit than any other family

When you survive on faith alone

Baby there is no grave for thee

If you look on you will clearly see the plastic watch instead

A legacy’s time is long and most have eleven minutes left

Monthly climate change and the weightless shifting trash

Is swept aside quickly replaced by a manufactured

Never ending supply