They say it's our generation.
We are the ones who will rule the nation.
But how can we, we're intoxicated.
Lost on the streets trying to be idols.
Here we are celebrating the injured for some laughs.
Will this world even last?
Millions of us, hiding our truth under a mask.
Empty red solo cups on the floor.
Isn't this worse than before?
I can't see past my phone screen anymore.
They say it's our generation.
Telling me that we will rule the nation?
We're intoxicated and naked.
Tell me is this the choice you made?
We are entertained by something so simple.
We are so tall yet we constantly feel so little.
Do you truly believe we have potential?
They said we were the generation.
We were supposed to rule the nation.
But we fell short of everyone's expectations.
They wanted us to fix their broken world.
We watched as they let it burn.
