You think your skills are honed
We are a generation of misfits
You'll probably die alone

But don't forgo life
There are plenty of moans

Pleasure filled screams
And power tripped schemes

Lust fueled fantasies
For the lovers of fallacies

What do I mean?
Hedonism is the American dream

Blindly chasing that next hit
Dying one second at a time

There is no great war
There is no great depression

Our war is a spiritual war
Our great depression is our lives

You will not be remembered
You will not be memorialized

This is your life and it's ending one second at a time