The song that no one sings

Play me a song, dear brother
Play me the tune of our forefathers
Play me the records of their misdeeds
Then play me a movie
So that I forget everything.

Let's kill, just because we can, you see
Let's kill the future when it's dreaming
And don't forget to leave your trace
Who remembers a murder that lacks finesse?

We live in a world that housed Lenon
And then sprinkled his blood all over;
Irony, my friend, is but the Devil's ally
Let's moonwalk on crimson story-lines.

Let's decode then, what's left behind -
Of yesterday ? Or of your mind ?
In a world feeding on its own skin,
I wonder how Love and Hate have
Managed to keep their indifference
Towards each other alive, all the while?

So where do we stand, dear brother?
Just play me the song and I would't bother.