A waxwork generation.
Replicas in studied
generic pose.
The only change
A softening of features.
Manufactured in factory
conditions,
Is a perfect copy preferred
To an imperfect original?
A locked groove generation.
Every pass drives
the needle deeper.
A revolution
brings distortion.
Each closing vein
blunts the needle.
Such pointless movement
Everything redundant.
Remote culture symbolized
By circling the drain.
This is the
cancer generation.
A culture of the leech.
This is parasites grasping
For ideals out of reach.
Cancer generation
An age of soulless husks.
An age of rot,
An age of rust.
Cancer generation
Ground to dust.
A reactive generation.
Slaves driven by stimuli.
No analysis, no thought.
This shallow cult
Is the price of ease.
Cancer generation.
There is no way out
Of this fucking tailspin.
The trap has sprung,
The human succumbs
Meekly.
A counterfeit generation:
Every fake identical.
Its meaning faded
And its worth diluted.
A culture of parasites
Drinking from
the veins of another.
A culture of addicts
A culture of fraud
An era of sloth
The deviant decorum
Of the slowest of the herd.
This is the product of
A lifetime of apathy.
A locked groove generation.
Every pass drives
the needle deeper.
A revolution brings distortion.
Each closing vein
blunts the needle.
Such pointless movement
Everything redundant.
You built the bomb.
You built the bomb,
Now strap it on.
This is the cancer generation.
A culture of the leech.
This is parasites grasping
For ideals out of reach.
Cancer generation
An age of soulless husks.
An age of rot, An age of rust.
Cancer generation. Ground to dust.