I'm part of the unemployed youth,
it's the truth,
a generation of dreamers with endless ambition,
all with one mission:
to strive for attention under constant tension.
Overprotected and neglected,
yet somehow connected,
attacked by the constant barrage of words,
we fly like birds,
we are truly free in our imagination.
No hope for a better tomorrow,
in love with sorrow,
nothing left to borrow.
Money comes at a high cost,
your youth...lost after slavery to the economy.
Stanza 1: Mentions the workforce who are qualified for jobs but lack experience.
Stanza 2: Alludes to the workforce who do not need a job and remain content.
Stanza 3: Speaks of the workforce that need any job and are willing to trade their youth for money.