It seems there’s no meaning for what you believe   Now it’s all about the things you possess   So for possessions we trade in our values   And fade away into the eternal nothingness      But it’s all   Same old same old   Tragic phone call   Sold out and soulless   With no one but yourself to blame      But when it’s a selfish   It’s not longer a given   Our beings not ours to decide   But poor choice for all this power   Tonight is the hour   To choose how we will be defied      So choose   Dream your visions   Conscious decisions   Well, settle for nothing   And know you’re the only to blame      We can sell our cause   We can see the mounting apathy   Just maybe generation will learn      Then it happens again (x6)      Feel like no one   Nothing good will come,   But the stranger,    Only thoughts are not there   Strive to become   Unleash the ties,   They’re numb   I’m talking about my generation   Just making noise   For all the girls and boys   It’s just another song for dying nations