I see it in her eyes, a former life, a trace of love
I see it in his face, the world’s embrace he used to trust
‘Cause virtue is a scape that slides away in stimulus
And everybody breaks when their world is meaningless
But today we celebrate the spoiled ingrate
No one is great in my generation
Log-in, blog, update and translate our history
Feeding search engines, the gatekeepers unofficially
Learn and then forget, then learn again, ten year intervals
It must be hard for them to see their heirs repeat the role
But today we worship fools and medicate
No one is great in my generation
My Generation
There’s no one [repeat]
That isn’t corrupt