100 Knives Inside Senseless Generation
I hear this generation
Shattered apart
Moral decay reigns by the vile
They drain their blood for fortune
I see this generation
Another lost identity
Struggling to breath
Blindfolded by illusions
I feel this generation
Enchanted by dismay
Too much strength
In this foundation of the obtrusive
What to conquer and what to leave?
What a road to follow?
Lost in transaction
Keen for captivating and depleting
Dreaming of a conquest
That is bound to no other solution
Willing to bear the mark of exhaustion
Painting their trails with perplexity
Digging and crawling for no purpose at all
The emptiness I see in their eyes
Is a reflection of their souls
A mass production
Which breeds blankness and craving
Defiance the habits form
Making an individually pronouncement
Break the chains of disaffirmation
They breed shallow needs