We're just juvenile
Passing around the blunt
It tastes of disappointment and stress
The feeling is rough
The smoke clouds our eyes
We laugh yet it's hollow
It seems that we have nothing inside
That isn't as bad as it seems
That is just one less soul to bother
We tell meaningless jokes
And smoke our life's away
We are the meaningless youth
There is nothing more I can say
We are here to crush the world
The generation that creates the ruins
The damage has already been done
By us, the deliquents
/k.p./
