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Generation's End

We are the lost generation

​We represent a

​broken nation

​Babies thrown in the trash

​While their mothers

​get high on crack

​Morals have no place

​So many lives gone

​to waste

​You get killed for

​what you own

How can I call this home?

Driving Blind

Every day we buy, and sell fear

​We manufacture pain

​We're all a commodity of

​A world gone insane

​Every day from 9 to 5

​We work like a slave

​Another year; another war

​People herded like sheep

​The madman with his

​develish charm

​Preaches to the masses

​We pretend not to see

​What's wrong with the world

Going through life as if asleep

Voided Rights

there's a void being filled by unnecessary destruction and restructuring our worlds no longer coincide more like drawing a divisive line of wasteful unconscious distracted minds gone are we from days of thinking alike where how its best for every persons rights individualized to taking away moralities and it's now on track to be subsidized to all rights denied