Lost Children

There are only some who matter

In this endless generation we have here

Ideas trashed, intelligence scattered

I look ahead, little hope, mostly fear


Roger Daltrey, you're who I agree with

I hope I die before I get old

Oh, bastard child of urban myth 

Hope you thought before your soul was sold


Movie stars walking red carpets

Blood soaked, infected needles, left in the trash

Your truth is behind Athena's rotted carcass

As this generation, my generation burns to ash




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