we are the now generation
we are what you create
we are the people you hate
we are the kids that have a tv babysitter
but you don’t care as long as we smile
tell you we are happy
we are the bastard children that you create
we are hated by all
loved by none
mom, dad, we are your kids
dont you see
we are the now generation
we kill ourselves each day
you say its ok
tell us we are fine
we are not fine
we are hated by all
loved by none
and feared by many
we are your bastard children.
bastard kids
January 12th, 2004 | uncategorized