Ink blots stain the white page,
dripping from the dreams of another day.
Our hopes- now seen through a cage
We are the resistance being swept away
The start of the fall,
in the shadows of concrete walls
Begging for more time
lack of sight will be our demise
The puppet master pulls our strings
upturned smiles precisely conducting
Our lives seen through TV screens
we are now the wheels of the machine
The start of the fall,
in the shadows of concrete walls
Begging for more time
lack of sight will be our demise
We are the blind generation,
begging, applauding, obeying
We are the blind generation.
We are the wheels of the machine
We are losing this war x3
We're falling fast through the bridges we've burned
So much pain, but no lesson learned.
Behind broken walls we'll see
we are the failures we were meant to be
The start of the fall,
in the shadows of concrete walls
Begging for more time
lack of sight will be our demise
We are the blind generation
begging, applauding, obeying
We are the blind generation
We are the wheels of the machine
We are losing this war. |
