Youth is wasted on the young Privilege and power is wasted on the old The old send the young off to die Do they graph their profits using bodies on the x-axis? We are the hooded figure standing naked on a box We are held hostage by the lies Just mere lambs being led to the slaughter Can you keep yourself from taking that final step Into that gas chamber of a shower The only way to end the fear, the control Is to understand the past, not just the popular history But the real ugly truth that lays underneath the hype