Welcome back to the dark ages,
Welcome back oh plague and sin.
Living on our meager wages,
And to temptation giving in.
Hiding in our homes like cages,
Drowning our thoughts with tonic and gin.
We've banished our wisest sages,
And buried ourselves up to our chin.
This is the generation of suicide.
These are the days of blight.
We are the one who wished we died,
Instead of rising to the fight.
Some give up before they tried,
They never try to do it right.
Although they stand side-by-side,
They will never see the light.
And To-morrow they will take no action.
And To-morrow they will piss and moan.
Today is lacking satisfaction,
The seeds not planted, have not grown.
The line they wait to take their ration,
Stretches to the great unknown.
Pace to your grave without passion,
Now lie beneath the dirt and stone.
As time begins to pass us by,
And our bodies begin to decay,
We are left to wonder why.
Why are we here today?
I look upon a beautiful sky
As the sun begins to stray.
To-morrow comes and today will die.
The future is not far away.