A generation lost, becoming scarred
Life was better back when
We weren't slave to oil
We weren't required to fight
For the material wealth of those
Who never serve, never pay a price
In due time such a way of living
Creates consequences
The society will hates its warriors
And then hate those in blue
Fighting the street wars
Even the emergency workers
Who try to save
Why believe in a dream
When the system steals
Making you become a wage slave
Making heroism a lie
And money the ultimate glory
We will rewrite the dream
We must create a new story
For all to believe and trust in
