Walking miles on this same direction,
We find the mistakes of our generation.
No one's got much to say,
Bodies left there, they just lay.
None of them, strong as we were,
All of them, dead by the fever.
In the darkness, in the night.
They're covered, all out of sight.
They're watching us breathing,
Envying and cursing, their souls beating.
Inside the dead bodies, they're soul batter.
Screaming, but still their voices don't matter.
When the rain falls down,
We're under the covers,
We're sheltered and secure.
Mistakes of our generation,
They lie there,
Just washed off the shore.
The strings of my guitar,
They've made sense so far.
My heart has never been a stone,
For the ones that cry, love I've shown.
And I've faught for every tear drop,
Let it in, and they've filled the top.
Aren't we all better than the ones before?
Left with everything, but we want more,
Walking miles in this same direction,
We find the mistakes of our generation.
They lie there, lifeless and stepped on.
We brew a storm, soon they'll be gone.
They'll all be gone.
When the rain falls down,
We're under the covers,
We're sheltered and secure.
Mistakes of our generation,
They lie there,
Just washed off the shore.
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