Living your life in the past

Defeat never comes too fast

Worshiping what never was

Dying for a new lost cause

You may not yet be too lost

You can skirt the Devil's cost

No such thing as simpler times

Live in the now or get left behind

Images from history

Feed you lies through artistry

Homemaker wife and three kids

Breadwinner man, white picket fence

You may not yet be too lost

You can skirt the Devil's cost

No such thing as simpler times

Live in the now or get left behind

Get your head out of your ass

Traditions aren't meant to last

Slow to rouse but I believe

That you can change what you perceive

Walking anachronism

Head stuck in the clouds of deceit

Walking anachronism

Your blindness will be your own defeat

Shame!

Unto this elder propaganda

Filtered down through aeons

Used to infect new generations

Perverting the reality

Of so-called "better days"

When men were men

A fallacy

A smokescreen of niceties

Preventing the truth from being seen

Fanning the flames of identity

For a nation that has never been

Encouraging violent action

Against those who never meant you any harm

All because of some dark nostalgia

Brought to you in an atmosphere of wicked charm

Blood!

Is a meaningless indicator

You put so much faith into

Ascribing worth to what we all have

Killing your fellow man

For an outdated ideal

Of what it means to be

Borne of this land

Your suffering will be of your own making

As you learn for what you truly strive

A hell of your own creation

With your own hands you built a cage in which to die

A regime propped up on falsehoods

Where will you go when you yourself don't fit the mold

Nowhere to run from the gods that you erected

Trying to resurrect an empire of old

Walking anachronism

Walking anachronism

Walking anachronism

Walking anachronism