we are the true cursed generation
worrying incomers for worried nations
we see the world in its darkest colours
so very different from our fathers and mothers
unfitting cogs into a broken machine
grown to hate world that so far has been
our planet's on fire from sins of your past
we know we are lost, world's not gonna last
poisonous air is choking our lungs
avoiding conflict and holding our tongues
to yank the torch out from your withering hands
to purify humanity that begs to be cleansed
voice of reason in a cacophony of lies
slowly reclaiming the sky full of pies
Apr 2, 2021
Apr 2, 2021 at 8:10 AM UTC
we are the true cursed generation
worrying incomers for worried nations
we see the world in its darkest colours
so very different from our fathers and mothers
unfitting cogs into a broken machine
grown to hate world that so far has been
our planet's on fire from sins of your past
we know we are lost, world's not gonna last
poisonous air is choking our lungs
avoiding conflict and holding our tongues
to yank the torch out from your withering hands
to purify humanity that begs to be cleansed
voice of reason in a cacophony of lies
slowly reclaiming the sky full of pies
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