Paroles de Bleeding generation

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We're all burning alive (burning alive).
No one is special anymore (no one).
Your education assembly line (descending).
Cap and gown, i hope you're happy.
This is not being alive, this is not life.
I dare you to open your eyes.
Place one finger to my bottomless negativity,
It only gets worse from here, it only gets worse.
Not a single one of you realizes you are bleeding to death,
This is your utopia: a culture geared for perpetual meaningless.
We offer ignorance and feeble mindedness,
To idols made of stone and proclaim:
"we are an entire generation of injured children".
Screaming in a whisper "someone save us from ourselves."
Slit wrists.
Realize you are bleeding to death. realize you are bleeding.

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