We buy bags and shoes for money that could feed us for weeks We use Botox and scalpels to fix our imperfections We never leave the house or the room without checking our reflection or taking a selfie We make sure thereβs never a hair out of place or a flaw to be seen We are the lost generation Our appearances are nothing but shells But thatβs fine No one ever sees the empty insides We are the lost generation We are empty inside But we donβt care All we have ever wanted All we have ever craved is to be beautiful corpses