You gave birth to a deaf generation
Visual talent is the new sensation
The trade in value of soul has dropped to an all time low
Plastic molds are the new gold

You devour virtue and spit out our glamor
Faces have become vagrant pieces of abstract art

This is rare, this is candor
This is sound without optical slander
You can destroy my face but can you cannot have my hands
Pry out my eyes and I'll be all ears

I will not be the surgeon's new canvas
Nor I will be the producer's new plan
This machine doesn't run off of music
Vanity's a drug and they seem to abuse it

You devour virtue and spit out our glamor
Faces have become vagrant pieces of abstract art

You have killed rock n' roll and buried with the average man's aspirations
Never will I, never will I, trade myself to be the machine's cranking gears. [x2]

This is rare, this is candor
This is sound without optical slander
You can destroy my face but can you cannot have my hands
Pry out my eyes and I'll be all ears


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Rock N' No Soul song meanings
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