Abrasions - Dead Decades (Bitter) Lyrics

So let's tell a tale of one truth
The idealized self that we are doomed to pursue
Self-actualization's hard to gauge
Though some still claim it comes with age
As their quiet schemes and furtive dreams lie in wait
Marking their own graves
A breath of apathy and its sweet relief sets the stage
For the dead decades
The identity of every generation
Passed down the line with a dimming flame
Burn the receipt of greed and segregation
Cherish the past relieved of shame
Absolved a soul can settle on tradition
Embrace the lofty and the sublime
All we believe will turn in tunnel vision time
As your quiet schemes and furtive dreams lie in wait
Now set in your ways
Your breadth of apathy and its sweet relief turns the page
Unto the dead decades

The gravity towards ego
Breaks us over time
Our perception narrows
Nostalgia seals the mind
Within this new unreason
Dissonance may cry
Let it sing the treason
Protest this design
If you cannot condone this atrophy
You must stand alone against history