(Clarke-St Croix)

I am the child of the new generation The product of total frustation
Lost in the void of social soup Yesterday´s plans went away
I saw ya standing there cold So i picked up on the usual topic
I feel the pain of athousand wars I got no problems man
I got no problems man I got no problems man
I live in TV land I´m an electronic image
Beamin´ out to you

I see the ruins I know we are losin´
We love our weapons Blown into heaven

We´re out of time We´re out of mind
Completely blind to nature´s sign And we got nothing

Wasted in prison A bad decision
You run to nowhere You´re blown forever

We stand confused On hard times
Can´t break away From our crimes
This is the world You have no choice
Now you´re gone

We play the fools We break the rules
We rape the earth,a blinded purge And we got nothing

Hate is a fire It does not fire
You run to nowhere You´re blown forever

We stand confused On hard times
Can´t break away From our crimes
This is the world You have no chioce
Now you´re gone

We stand confused On hard times
Can´t break away From our crimes
This is the world You have no choice
Now you´re gone

I see the ruins I know we´re losin´
We walk the wasteland Stripped down from God´s hand
We live confused Completely used
I love you Wasted