Against Me Haste Killed Creativity Lyrics

Haste Killed Creativity Lyrics

The days blow by in agile moments of clarity and blind despair. With rage so
thick it's bittersweet to see a smile come through here and there. You put your
faith in living, but youthful idealism is no longer welcome here. I'm not dead
yet. Hopes not dead yet. A hero's march down scorn filled halls defeats the
charity of last years hell. Your vain eyes show no respect, just loss of
recognition broken spirit burnt out will. Sing a song of cynicism a foul smell
of shit decay and degradation in the midst of celebration. I'm not dead yet.
Hopes not dead yet.