Lost

We aren't ready for this world. This world isn't ready for us.
We turn diamonds into coal and bury it in our own inadequacy.
Tearing down what we have yet to build.
Anti-[Gg]ods
We bite the hand that feeds and spit in the eye of the beholder.
Because no one needs to tell us how disgusting we are.
Suffocating corporations with their own profits
Hanging priest with the same ropes used to tie down whores
Irony is a bitch.
We've become Technicolour shapes in a black and white world.
Beautifully, artistically, gracefully unraveling everything our ancestors tried to make us.
We raise our glasses to our own destruction
Sweet cyanide on the lips of a lost generation
Therapeutic smiles on the faces of dying ideals.