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Written by：Slipknot

It appears that we have reached the edge

That zenith where stimuli and comatose collide

Forty years ago

The man proclaimed the age of the gross to be upon us

And even though

The man was destroying our heritage

And insulting our intelligence

That era has become very real

We labor for pleasure and abhor the guilt of pressure

My generation will go down as the architects of contemporary disgust

Some have fought and died

Others have allowed the strong to be butchered for a price

They themselves don't care about

And will never understand

I myself am beleaguered by the selfish face of a kind of man

That is not mankind

Distrust in information

Fundamentalism of opinion

Catastrophic boredom and a fanatical devotion to that which does not matter

Where is your glory now people

Where are your gods and politicians

Where is your shame and salvation

You rage for no reason because you have no reason

What have you ever fought for

What have you ever bled for

The face of the earth is scared with the walking dead

The age of the gross is a living virus

This is the future you have created

This is the world you have set ablaze

All your lies are coming true

All freedom is lost

All hope is gone