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• Artiste: Earth to Eve
• Titre: First Generation Degenerate
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I’m a first generation degenerate Jocked out, messed around for the hell of it I’m the first in my family to spend years in therapy And only get worse by the end of it They say I’m too sensitive to this, to that Too reckless, perfectionist I tell ’em it is what it is I am who I am and you get what you give And I don’t care if I don’t have a fancy job Big shot career I wanna love somebody and breathe fresh air Without the toxins that pump in our atmosphere And is that so hard? Is that so bad? To wanna give love and be loved back? To wanna see a world where the news ain’t sad and the truth means facts And the kids aren’t *** off of laughing gas Though it’s supposed to help them cope when their big tooth cracked But now they can’t afford to eat cause all the side effects Come with a side of debt which I’d argue that is a product of a failing nation Cause all of our information is controlled by an insatiable amount of greed in corporations With participation from the kings and queens of mass surveillance No I won’t be quiet or complacent Cause if I’m too much, then what the hell is that saying About the world we’re living in that’s making sure we decay And it’s like land ops lessons for machines in our brains And God forbid we’re not a we, we ain’t got something to say About the people making bank while we’re digging our graves About the people pushing hate and we lobby a vase Doctrinating children, one hit and you’re saved And it’s puff puff passing, generations of change And my heart’s still bruising, but hope still bleeds And I swear I’m holding on, but by the hands not the seams And everybody’s telling me to disconnect and to breathe But it’s a privilege to have peace when I turn off my screen I’m a degenerate, but ***, at least I got empathy And I hate that I’m breaking, but I hate what I be If a heart in my heart, maybe then they be pleased But hate is just a symptom, apathy is a disease I’m a first generation degenerate Jocked out, messed around for the hell of it I’m the first in my family to spend years in therapy And only get worse by the end of it They say I’m too sensitive to this, to that Too reckless, perfectionist I tell ’em it is what it is I am who I am and you get what you give I’m a first generation degenerate I’m a first generation degenerate Most days I wake up, I’m already tired of trying Like I’ve been fighting in my sleep and losing time after time And when I open my eyes, I’ve already lost my goddamn mind I’m tired of coping and hoping that things just change on their own I’m tired of being told I’m broken to no fault of my own I’m tired of poison oxygen GMOs and black mold I’m tired of breathing costing more than the weight of my bones They say the house is on fire but I choking on the smoke of all our dead dreams Futures and hopes And all the friends who disappear without a trace of a note And I’m tired of sleepwalking keeping one eye open one closed I’m a first generation degenerate Jocked out, messed around for the hell of it I’m the first in my family to spend years in therapy And only get worse by the end of it They say I’m too sensitive to this, to that Too reckless, perfectionist I tell ’em it is what it is I am who I am and you get what you give Won’t shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up Won’t give up, give up, give up, give up Gotta get up, get up, get up, get up Just to knock it down Won’t shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up Won’t give up, give up, give up, give up Gotta get up, get up, get up, get up Just to knock it down I’m a first-generation degenerate I’m a first generation degenerate