A silent cacophony of stones converging
Misplaced whispers filled the air
The situation became so clear
The self-imposed attrition of my peers
The boredom’s self-imposed
The literate were disposed
The carelessness of my peers
The lessons of my years

I’m sick of the past but not the whole
The one that says it’s been tried and done before
You can see it in their gesturеs and gaits
Their accidental smiles and unyiеlding complaints
So ask them no questions
And they’ll give you no blank glances
No first or second chances
In love with their absence and TV lives together like fasces
You can hear their voices crack with their battle cry
But they’ve only seen an actor die
I’ll share my unpopular view
I’m young and still I’m sick of youth

I confess the unpopular belief in a higher power
And we’re getting lower by the hour
It is guilt by association, we’ll all burn in hell
For our best friends’ actions and our inaction as well
All your codes of stepping on everything you see
Just like we learned on TV
The lies that all that came before
Were our pimp fathers and whore
While John Brown’s body lies moldering in hell
For all the shit he tried to sell
We’ve got a generation of bastards
Trying to burn their parents to ashes
We’ve got a whole boatful of bastards
Armed with chrome plated matches
I confess the unpopular belief in a higher power
And we’re getting lower by the hour
It is guilt by association, we’ll all burn in hell
For our best friends’ actions and our inaction as well
Sitting around tearing the bindings of books apart
Cheering the gong bangs
While the youth power songs cry out