Against all odds they survive
Trampled on so others thrive
Mislead, misguided many times
Losing life forced into lines

Now they struggle to adapt
All their will and beliefs sapped
They become a source of contempt
A generation that dreamt

We are too close to see ourselves
The universal psyche delves
In similarities but not
In what caused our souls to clot
From the cradle, from the cot
We find our minds oft too hot
To withstand our frozen forms
Our lives tormenting us with storms

They find it hard to understand
How they were dealt this dreadful hand
How the one that they let rule
Could have been fatally cruel

In others they still stir fear
For one can listen but never hear
The philosophy into which they dive
Makes others wish not to be alive

Σώσον, Κύριε, τον λαόν Σου
Και ευλόγησον την κληρονομίαν Σου
Νίκας τοις βασιλεύσι κατά βαρβάρων δωρούμενος
Και το σόν φυλάττων, διά του Σταυρού Σου πολίτευμα
Κύριε ελέησον [x2]
Αμήν [x2]

A decaying nation
A generation of
Children that wish to die
Before they find out why
We are represented
By drugs and resented
For not wanting a part
In this state we didn't start
We never want to fight
Or stand for what is right
We've seen all this before
How you started this war
We can see straight through you
We're against all you do
We never want to sing
We don't want anything

Apathy kills x3