War is this cloud Such a plastic fantasy Can't escape Not allowed Not a peep from down below it seems The corner room is taken You can curl up underneath Free the burn if not mistaken Either way it plays for keeps So what is your intention and why do I have the creeps?
Come live the dream Sorry sight on the horizon Keep it short Keep explaining This aversion coming on What reaps the face Of a child in such distaste? And puts it up for all to see Slithering to get away
All is not lost What is it at will remain? Shake the pistol Put it down In our tyranny's parade
Fall shifted lost From a state of I'll decay Feed the rot or put it off For forever and a day
Throw it away Never mind what's bright and clear Grind it up to spit it out Bind it up to share the fear
Throw it away Left alone to hit rock bottom Get a grip Throw the chip
Twist the reason Generation Twist the reason Generation Twist the reason Generation Twist the reason Generation