• Everyone thinks that just because we weren't a specific Generation that we have no taste, That we are a simple people, a pathetic race.
    But we have the shadows on our side, the ghosts of the years piled up through our parents lies. We live in a glass wall pieced together by old wars and dead peace, its just a shallow thought of a future and a fogotten memory of their past, Lord we have nothing to our name, just a simple emptiness that is just a kiss away. If you call out for me, we will never apear, we stay away from things that you would kill to hold so dear. We ride into the night, dangerous and wild, we hollar hoping you will hear us die. People live in every day news in piles of shattered glass laying on the floor. Tyranny and lawlessness go hand in hand when our brains are out for a cause. Excuse me from this message of delinquency. Those icons of our love have all gone and died, the greatest messengers flying high in the sky. They were the reason we could live on in this angered and evil time but now they have forgotten us, this misinterpreted Generation. We don't have a reason to live, we don't understand enough to know our selves. Everyone else had those to look for, the loved ones' ballads protecting the early salvation of life, but what do we have but the dust of the bones left behind.

    We are the forgotten misbegotten Generation that still hangs on to life.


    Remember this:
    "I'd trade all my tommorows for a single yesterday” - Janis Joplin