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(Clarke-St Croix)
I am the child of the new generation The product of total frustation
Lost in the void of social soup Yesterdays plans went away
I saw ya standing there cold So i picked up on the usual topic
I feel the pain of athousand wars I got no problems man
I got no problems man I got no problems man
I live in TV land Im an electronic image
Beamin out to you
I see the ruins I know we are losin
We love our weapons Blown into heaven
Were out of time Were out of mind
Completely blind to natures sign And we got nothing
Wasted in prison A bad decision
You run to nowhere Youre blown forever
We stand confused On hard times
Cant break away From our crimes
This is the world You have no choice
Now youre gone
We play the fools We break the rules
We r*pe the earth,a blinded purge And we got nothing
Hate is a fire It does not fire
You run to nowhere Youre blown forever
We stand confused On hard times
Cant break away From our crimes
This is the world You have no chioce
Now youre gone
We stand confused On hard times
Cant break away From our crimes
This is the world You have no choice
Now youre gone
I see the ruins I know were losin
We walk the wasteland Stripped down from Gods hand
We live confused Completely used
I love you Wasted