We are the lost generation
"Do not risk the life I said a suicide"
-pardon the rhyme, I swear that there will be no-
Tonight, we Were drunk and stoned, society dropouts, kings and queens
, pero outsiders in Our kingdom. Before We Were
lost, Before, Before,
Before what? Before, Before what?
before plunging before face reality,
before hitting the pavement beneath the bridge.
We were lost before we were in the decay curve announced.
We shed blood, we shed tears, But we share anything at all,
Withdrawn Cowards pushing buttons without looking into each others eyes,
drinking'n smoking, without speaking
Chickenshits, consistent with lowering the head, New Age losers, Addicts
"Everything is OK", we are all happy,
We're a happy family, me, mom and daddy, I want to party and easy formulas
Tonight we need drugs and booze, we need "I-am -feeling-alive "pills,
to carry on.
're Going Through the dawn, surfacing Through the darkness, to escape
good rather than preconceived reality for us,
immersed in these "drugs" and the bottles of booze "to make us strong.
and invent a reality, "wannabe" where we are afraid to feel alone, isolated
, outsiders, clochards, dripping with his blood in exchange for socializing without communicating. We need those excuses to play mirages "Mirage."
kiss A mirage, a mirage of approach, a Mirage of disposable love,
a one night stand and the illusion that having a good time is to be happy.
mirage Saturday night, or Friday 3 AM, and the excuses for not mourn
And cry, baby, Do not drop tears in vain. because when the whole effect is over, you'll
be back, with a happiness hangover and Wishing to be dead, or at least drunk again. stoned again, and out of this place you
angst ... again But do not worry, the weekend you'll be out again, and forget for another 4 hours are not more than a generation x outsider, a little piece of shit who does not know how to move in a disposable world.
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