We are the ones, the now generation The very ones they keep talking about We are the few without a clue The face in the crowd without a doubt
We are the social to the unconscious We are the ones that sleep suicidal dreams We are the few who out there among us Have seen life roll around but don't know what it means
We are the line of the consumer Set out to buy the latest thing Not sure what we want so they must tell us Letting us in on what we all need
We are the hope of the next generation Taking ten fold beyond previously Perhaps the end that's in the making Not really sure what to believe