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