We are the generation of bloodshot eyes and crooked smiles
We are the generation lied to
We are the generation of bloodshot eyes and crooked smiles
Product of man-made lacerations
Shell-shocked homes and burning skies
Another greased palm
Another red dawn
A congregation spoon-fed lies
Another scapegoat
Another victim
Another number dead behind the eyes
We wilt, we fold, our tales untold
We wilt
We fold
I won't be leaving any legacy (any legacy)
Beside the nothing that was left for me
They won't be telling tales of our glory
We're left with nothing
We're left with nothing
We wilt
We fold
Crooked tyrant, withered host
We will not die for you
Rotten carcass, shrunken ghost
I do not stand for you I do not stand for you
I won't be leaving any legacy (any legacy)
Beside the nothing that was left for me
They won't be telling tales of our glory
We're left with nothing
We wilt, we fold, our tales untold
We wilt
We fold
Never questioning why
Our tales are left untold
We're left with nothing
I won't be leaving any legacy (any legacy)
Beside the nothing that was left for me
They won't be telling tales of our glory
We're left with nothing
