Imprimer - Paroles Mania

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

From Paroles Mania