EvilWeevil
10-15-2007, 11:24 AM
C4C please...!
Generation ne(X)t
We, are the ones you can't ignore,
The ones you see outside your door
The ones you always beat down,
You can't forget us, our time is now.
Hope ends now and you can't see,
How little your life really means to me
Conflict is over, death to the powers
Your struggle is pointless, not ours
Out with the old and in with the new
Unable to stop us, blind, deaf and dumb too
The irony is that you raised us this way
Chemical crap and TV all f**king day
No wonder we f**ked up, wound up too tight
The towns full of drugs, drunks and fights
The product of boredom and broken homes
The ward soon fills up with broken bones
No future in sight, just live off the dole
Smoke too much dope and end up in a hole
Dug in a church yard, six foot deep
The only real place where you can truly sleep
Poverty, strife and all for what?
You think we're docile, controlled, we're not
We'll beat you senseless and leave you to die
Feel nothing at all, whilst all you do is cry
Desensitised youth on the march for your life
Pissed out their minds and armed with a knife
Fear us you fool, for we surely will come
If you thought that was bad? wait till we're done
Generation ne(X)t
We, are the ones you can't ignore,
The ones you see outside your door
The ones you always beat down,
You can't forget us, our time is now.
Hope ends now and you can't see,
How little your life really means to me
Conflict is over, death to the powers
Your struggle is pointless, not ours
Out with the old and in with the new
Unable to stop us, blind, deaf and dumb too
The irony is that you raised us this way
Chemical crap and TV all f**king day
No wonder we f**ked up, wound up too tight
The towns full of drugs, drunks and fights
The product of boredom and broken homes
The ward soon fills up with broken bones
No future in sight, just live off the dole
Smoke too much dope and end up in a hole
Dug in a church yard, six foot deep
The only real place where you can truly sleep
Poverty, strife and all for what?
You think we're docile, controlled, we're not
We'll beat you senseless and leave you to die
Feel nothing at all, whilst all you do is cry
Desensitised youth on the march for your life
Pissed out their minds and armed with a knife
Fear us you fool, for we surely will come
If you thought that was bad? wait till we're done