"Be strong and you will be renewed"

I was raised in a tragedy by slaves
Where kids are drug addicts or they are bored and lazy
Still I return to my hometown
And it's just like going to a funeral

And all of them are dying, in love with paradise
Idle conversation makes them wise

Did you hear the one about Greg?
A rare talent, he was unsung until the blow came
No one really dies, they just get fired
Our legacy, to retire young

And all of them are drowning, the waves of apathy
Trust fund junkies slamming the debris
It's a dream

Now and then I miss her, her masochistic hands
Fulfilling empty plans
And all of us are lying on golden shores of greed
We're dead by thirty, dead by thirty
Dead in daydream