I see our world as out of focus 
Lost and dying as we witness virtue 
Thrown aside 

Now degenerates and leeches thrive 
While the working manes condemned 
And the junkie, risen up onto a throne of lies 
wretched pedestal 
But only fools will watch in awe 

I have no halos for the heartless 
No pity for the insincere 
No honour for the worthless 
Who’ve done nothing in life to be revered 

When addicts die 
Their abuse fades 
If heroes live 
They face the hardest days 

They’ll stigmatize for the soldier 
And question motives to try 
And cheapen all their sacrifice 
They pay homage to those who don’t deserve 
Praising thieves and lairs 
The [bad word] and the pariahs 
Decency is left to die 

 [bad word] despicable 
Only weak minds will deem them worthy 

I have no halos for the heartless 
No pity for the insincere 
No honour for the worthless 
Who’ve done nothing in life to be revered 

I have no halo for the heartless 
No pity for the insincere 
No honour for the worthless 
You never did a [bad word] thing in your life to be revered