Lost

What are we entitled to expect? All hopes are dead, we saw them bleed The glorious days never existed Realize the facts We are dancers at the world's funeral At the end of the line This is the abyss of our lives Generation lost Generation nothing to lose, nothing to look up to Generation next Next thrill, next round, next hype Generation bored Generation innocence lost Before we even fucking had it Before we even fucking had it Cold looks from cold eyes Nothing to win, no first price The irony of our lives The only fight is to survive