My generation does not know what to do with their hands.
We bat our eyelashes and
Extend our fake hair
Pretend our waists didn't come from
Popping pills and
Complain about our own hell
Exfoliate our skin till we're made of nothing real
And what will we create?
It's too early to tell.
Takes the online route
We left early to get a manicure
It's a dog eat dog world but
What's the use for us
We're caught up in fairy tales and
We thought our parents fought for this
My, what large hands you have
The whole world
In our hands?
I would cry - no
I want heads to roll
and I want to announce
In a coat of armor made of human suffering
With a helmet crafted by the Olympians
That war has begun
And you, you will fight till your death
Win battle by battle
And in the end
You will still not see the treaty in
This fight going on exists in my head
It's the cold war, part 2, me against them
Rodger that captain, their nails have been chipped
Send for help
Make me sure I'm not
The only soldier.