Lost Children
There are only some who matter
In this endless generation we have here
Ideas trashed, intelligence scattered
I look ahead, little hope, mostly fear
Roger Daltrey, you're who I agree with
I hope I die before I get old
Oh, bastard child of urban myth
Hope you thought before your soul was sold
Movie stars walking red carpets
Blood soaked, infected needles, left in the trash
Your truth is behind Athena's rotted carcass
As this generation, my generation burns to ash