Tonalità: E minor
Verse 1
How's it going?
Hang in there
X,
Y or
Z
Doesn't matter
This one's for you
All of you
One love
We're claustrophobic
It costs a road trip
A lot of bone pics
And soccer slow kicks
Chocolate, no chips
The hop on
Hope's ship
We're regeneration
We're shaking wits
Faking glitz
And vacant myths
Don't hate and hiss
We see the world and how
we're placed in it
Some with marginalized
Calm big blue eyes
Appeal and smell
Who sometimes can't believe
That they're real themselves
See I'm part of the seething breed
of needing to pee with bleeding belief in
ceilings that leak and keeping the peace
as burden stands over the burdened ants
we seek a circumstance revert to plan a
have enough time to work and dance
we've always been an outcast
there's love below our speaker box and night
of nightmares reaping ox as our
stomach sleeps in arts offer better wisdom
and a better vision as venom
kicks in better six -inch set of instincts
to become some tempest victims
the post -modern that goes gotham to
reach a high spirit of ice given is
simply well life pivot relative
It's the truest word, school, a rainbow, this blue and purple,
Yeah, I'm talkin' about
Generation
X,
Y, and
Dead, alive or dead
Minds are met with pride and respect,
right or left
Man, we know our
Generation
X,
Y, and
Dead, alive or dead
Minds are met with pride and respect,
right or left
Now we know why
make it blow like
Marilyn's skirt
Karen and
Kurt sing duets and heaven
is good
Samaritan's work
Babble and blurt or weave it,
matters to be heard not to be reached
It's all music,
life is the original then death is the remix
C6, we row the boat into image overload
We know the road is paved with the beauty
of infinite loan and oaths
And silly questions are feeling
threaded that are chilli peppered
We blink in guilty pleasures and
This is for those who jump
and land on cotton candy
This is for the apathetic who think
they need no purpose
And the different who get looked
at like a freak show circus
It's cultural merry huckleberry
In the midsummer night's dream
for all who clutch their teddies
The dedication to those who
sip tea and drink coffee
Skin deep and sing subtly with
big dreams and sing oddly
Yeah, I'm talking about
Y and
Z
Lies are dead,
minds are met with pride and respect
Right or left?
Man, we know we're
H -I -J -Ks
Yeah, I'm talking about
Generation
X,
Y, and
Zed
Right or left?
Man, we know we're
Innate, nice, stay brave,
Talkin' bout my generation, I'm
Ed
Amazin with a head of patience
The
Jen and
Jason's who were able to
measure great things
Others heads have caved
in from agents instead of fake trend
All of their great men were fed the faith
and myth of mayhem
Ed
The
measure great things
Others heads are caved
in from agents who set a fake trend
All have led brave men who fear the
faith and met the mayhem
you
you
you
She lost her limb while picking
the petals from a daisy.
It was an eye for an eye while
steaming kettles with the crazies.
the suitor's dappled lair sung mucus
and don'ts punctured pleas she sunk to her
and when she got stabbed she bled barely
let memory through to build
promises out of lace
she joins her nerves and veins into a
ladder that reaches outer space
climbs it to where thoughts thunk
to where thorns cut
begging to be dawn's dusk forlorn
broken just blend in with your
start anew with a scar and wound
pen prick redder ink
let them in all the to be lovers
it'll be part of the work
the artist the search she wears
a heart and a shirt
no stranglehold
Amputate her arm so she has
no hands to hold
Just tiptoes, lips rose,
singing shutter speed
Flashes, sunken sea,
ashes of all the lovers' needs
she's brave
Bound rain down the victors
While I let the girls strip
my grave down to splinters
you
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