One day,

We'll wake up and realise,

For that last 3 generations,

We haven't been living

Not really

There isn't even a pattern

Any more

No one wants to work

No one wants to live

No one wants to die

Where did our lives go?

Have we really become

Simply useless flesh bags

Infesting the world with our refuse?

Where did the art go

Where did the geni go

Where does our future lie?

Do we really want to let the next generation down?

Do we want them

to be

Lazy bums

Who can't lift a finger for themselves?

Do we want to look into a mirror,

And see what we have become?