1. SENSELESS GENERATION

I hear this generation
Shattered apart
Moral decay reigns by the vile
They drain their blood for fortune

I see this generation
Another lost identity
Struggling to breath
Blindfolded by illusions

I feel this generation
Enchanted by dismay
Too much strength
In this foundation of the obtrusive

What to conquer and what to leave?
What a road to follow?
Lost in transaction
Keen for captivating and depleting
Dreaming of a conquest
That is bound to no other solution

Willing to bear the mark of exhaustion
Painting their trails with perplexity
Digging and crawling for no purpose at all
The emptiness I see in their eyes
Is a reflection of their souls
A mass production
Which breeds blankness and craving

Defiance the habits form
Making an individually pronouncement
Break the chains of disaffirmation
They breed shallow needs


2. STRUGGLED PATH

Stand on the rock that you have chosen
Follow, till the end
Carry it out in life
Even when hope is faded

For our paths shall see brighter days

Giving up is always easy
Evil eyes, will never see you succeed
Never to care less
You will harvest your price

Break you – they will try
Make you – they will try
Never to care less
Not to worry, in the end
You will harvest

Fasten your grip and hold on tight
Look over the hills and through the skies
There the sun may shine
Illumination will come to those who seek

Broken bars are our sign
Shackles have been broken
Done with this diminishing version of liberation

Caught in this inevitable trepidation
Don’t let it haul you down


3. PUBLIC DEMANDE SOCIETY

Independence can be weakened by our position
Expect nothing but the conform intuition
So easy to lose autonomy, oligarchy
The window of disillusion rolled down
The suburbian wasteland
Echoas a sound
Roles assigned to submit
A spiritual crime we commit

Cruelty of culture, environment of our daily lives
The cities, the monotonous factories
The schools, the workplace shows the primacy of man
Genetically manufactured organisms, a man-made decision

Hierarchy that dictates, the fate of society
In the age of broken dreams, I’ll stand my ground

Rhetoric sense of use, unbalanced repulsive mental abuse
All the pawns statically lined up,
Displaced ideal by the clock
Without reach for a while,
Disarmed with an unconscious smile
Scarred thoughts by constant demand, pressure beyond command
A pattern so numb
These values are so outdated, every choice is underestimated

Drown in chronic fear, public demand society
Locks you up inside
Project the psyche, the rigid visions,
The standards to live up to
Tormentor

Measure our goals, no options left
Suffocated and strangled by moral majority
Like mechanized death