We are the generation
    that sits in bathtubs full of water and contemplates suicide happily
    with our razors in hand
    all the pain had to go somewhere
    down the drain
We are the generation
    that is accustomed to failing and falling and never trying, giving up hope
    that falls through the rabbit hole of sex, or drugs, or death so easily
whatever can bury us deeper in the delusion of false reality and beautiful useful lies
    that was born in the age of big hair and cocaine
and we wish we could blow the         decade away, blow it away with a trigger pull of our gun
    everyone has one
    storming the halls, wishing we were never born
    to kill the day with a freak's scorn
We are the generation
     that listens to our angry music, holed up in our rooms
     angrily
     protesting the world's fucked up value system or
just the world in general and how it is
    so unjustly unfair
     and yet we rant away  
  we remain shallow in the delusions of having hard lives
hypocrites with our stupid moral codes, as starving
children melt into skeletons of poverty and destruction
  we gorge ourselves with food unimaginable to them
and complain about gaining 5 pounds,  
       only to waste it all up and down the drain
 we smoke away our brains, and forget about
remembering the good because it's all bad, a  
         bitter taste in our mouths
     and our minds need erasing
We are the generation
    that grew up around around falling buildings and crumbling towers,
    bombs exploding and gunshots punctuating the night
    the screech of tires and the fading thud thud thud thud thud-thud thud-thud
    of the urban heartbeat fading away into oblivion
    riots in the street as people yearn for more disorder
    men, women, children crawling, crying,
    dying in the street for the sake of hate
We are the generation
    of forced religion
    and whether we're Catholic Protestant Jewish
Muslim we all believe in believing in  
      something
    something to believe in
    and popes, priests, rabbis instruct this wayward flock of people
    but they stray too,
    now what god will save you now?
    religion remains so hollow compared to death
    when one of us is taken away, we never know what to say
    telephone psychics and hobos on the street predict the end is near
but we've been living one perpetual end all along
    and we don't care
We are the generation of indifference, of violence, of lost innocence and gained
consciousness we are so self aware
     you see
     it's scary to be
     one of us
     don't ever look into our eyes,
  you'd be terrified at what you see
    the pain, the darkness, the loss, the mistrust
    you could never be one of us
    that is, if you could read us so easily
    we like to keep hidden the darkness for no one to see except ourselves
   on someone else, the could grimace is all too familiar
yet it has been replaced by apathy everywhere
young beautiful people pretending to care.

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