“Great men and fools do often me inspire;
But the greater fool,the greater liar.”
William Blake.
X generation.
Brought up by modern civilization
Stone jungles cry for them
They ignore self-estimation
It’s a sort of perfect generation
They don’t need no motivation
Soul is sinking in a cynic dirt
This progressive magic power
Makes the world go round instead
Doomed generation has everything for sale
Attracted by the shining gold
Everyone is slave, everyone’s in jail
One day you’ll find yourself sold
The more things in our life we buy
The less ourselves we can satisfy
Priests can sell you a piece of morality
It’s a real nowadays brutality
One can buy his place in paradise
The easiest way you can better life organize
Let’s find a universal long-lasting excuse
To avoid our consciousness abuse
Honorable people-innocent angels
Innocent angels with dirty hearts
Grid thoughts walking like strangers
In their full of vanity heads
Syndrome of snobbism makes us so civilized
The new millennium’s mentality
Helps to be so self-dignified
Complete freaks fight for morality
Noble people steal money from the sick and poor
Trying to obtain wealth and fame
Our world becomes more and more obscure
Whom do we have to blame?!
Slaves of own ambitions
Wild instincts rule them
Tempted by power politicians
Enjoy the taste of glorious decisions
It’s difficult to find in our freaky world
Many things one can not buy
People are free-I was told
Today everything we may justify
Liars fight for the truth
Thieves are looking for justice
There’s nothing left to loose
Grave makes every sin smooth
They are advanced generation
Representing the new way of thinking
They aren’t afraid of degradation
God-Gifted for foolish admiration
Possessing complex of superiority
Sophisticated in new age
They’re seemed to have a new priority
Create another epoch’s stage
Searching for eternal adrenaline
They can’t get no satisfaction
Respect and fear-our amphetamine
They are working for destruction
Loud names dictate the way we should live
Imprisoned by trade marks and brands
Our lives we arrange in a cage
They don’t need to believe
They are X generation
Always walking on the edge
Looking for a new temptation
Working over modern image
Men get excited by the view of blood
Playing dirty games with destiny
Body and soul are living apart
The sense of living is just a mystery.
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Reason for writing:
Degradation!
Birth sign: Leo
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