The Degenerates.

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We all close our eyes,

And dream of success.

Of fames, and riches,

We dream of ruling the world.

We are the unsatisfied generation,

The misfits, the mongrels, the hopeless.

The talk is boring, and nothing comes cheap.

We roam endlessly through empty streets, 

Bottles of Jack grasped tightly in our hands,

The only escape from our mundane lives.

We were raised to know who we wanted to be,

By the ripe age of eighteen,

Legally, we cannot drink,

But our entire lives need to be mapped out.

Legally, we are young, wild and free,

But socially, we are old degenereates.

What if instead of mapping out my future,

I wanted to map out the world.

Pack my bag, and explore century old forests,

And castles built before this society was formed.

Run through cities, and swim amongst waterfalls,

Instead of sitting in a classroom, then sit in an office,

For years to come.

What if instead of becoming a lawyer, or an accountant,

I want to be a tattooist.

I want to draw on the canvases of skin,

Creating something so beautiful that will remain.

What if then I changed my mind,

And decided to be an artist,

And change my form from skin to paper.

Mould something beautiful from clay,

And leave my trace amongst the world.

We understand,

That we cannot live, without money.

We need to buy food and shelter to survive.

But what if we're okay, working part time as a waiter,

While we enjoy being the age we are right now.

What if we don't want to make up our minds,

And instead live in the now. Live for today.

Or what if we pursue our dreams,

And go to auditions, and perform gigs at local pubs.

What if we start out small,

And make it bigger than what we ever dreamed.

Because we have the talent, and the ambition,

Deep inside,

Of all of us.

The more you tell us we can't,

The more we grow,

The more we will dominate

The more we will rule the world.

A generation of misfits, mongrels,

Fighting with flame,

For what we want.

We are not beings,

We are constellations in the sky,

We are erupting volcanoes,

We are the bright, the beautiful, the wondrously destructive,

And we are ready for the taking.

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 11, 2014 ⏰

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