Dead generation

Emotionless minds
Synthetic lights leading to nowhere
The dead generation
No visions no hope no fear
Lifeless bodies
Machines of our reality
The dead generation
We're not supposed to be here

No light in the dark
Bright shines the disdain
Here in my cave of pain
It swarms of love - in vain

Mass hypnosis
Like blind sheeps following their leader
Where is the passion
The honor - the love
In an emotional winter
Where no god is watching from above
Where everything is created to die
Where nobody hears my desperate cry