The Generation Gaps

The Generation Gaps

And the poets are just wanderers
Who lost their way,
And never had anything at all.
And the children are just products
Of a generation of lies we ate up,
Reminders that life is cruel and unkind.
And the disk is scratched and worn
So that the tracks just keep on skipping,
And we never hear the words –
Of the songs they force upon us
That reverberate inside empty heads,
Devoid of emotion and filled with shallow ideals.
And the earth just keeps on spinning,
While we’re running out of time
As the sun slowly burns itself down
Just like the sheep who follow you,
Stupidly, to their death.