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Lost


A generation defiled Immorality welcomed Violence befriended Ignorance praised I am a sinner I know it I own it Stick it to the man Stick it to their God My God... Depression Sex Smoke Feel better? All those people looking down on you? They're haters They cannot help you What can their God do? Invisible Created for the weak to use as a symbol Hope Peace But you are not weak You have everything you need one puff, two puff... Mmm, numb Alone deep down Sadness paramount Save me from this I see them I fear them Empty Hollow Selfish Numb They don't need anyone They hate everyone They care only for themselves And all that matters is now. A generation lost Yearning within Searching within Self-love Self-worth Self-hatred No love No worth Just hate We take it out on the world Take it out on our parents Misunderstand what a real friend is Idolize the whore She's got diamonds, Louboutins, furs Doctor? Forget that Blood makes me queasy Plus, the patients always look needy They're sick, it's gross I'm looking for the job that'll pay the most With the least work And a long lunch You know what I mean? We want to work but we don't want to work. We want to eat but we don't want to cook. We want to succeed but we don't read books. A generation lost We generate the cost of too much advancement Not enough has happened To make them see that we…..are lost.
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