Nonpoint - Generation Idiot lyrics

From the second that it came to life Everything seemed fine Things got ease enough for the ma**es But the rest of us lay claim to the same old dangerous way Crossing stars driving expensive cars Planning our own parades Champagne wishes golden dishes People lining up just to scream your name People living up to a standard made People giving up just to give the blame to the same damn people that are giving up I say the same to people that are living up It's safe to say that I'm not giving it a second thought Just to waste it on a pivotal moment that I'm giving up Draw back the hammer and I'm swinging it up and bringing it down Taking it over my shoulders as high as I can and bringing it down Checking for anything left and if I see breath I'm bringing it down All back to back and then I'm packing up Not looking for a handout gonna be out the door And that's how it's gonna pan out And you'll watch your bellies go hollow When you have no one to follow The dividing occupation of The binding separation of This generation of idiots generation of idiots, generation of idiots There wasn't a better idea left to right the righteous left among the rest of us, God damn That was a lot to be said I'm gonna put this to bed until it never wakes again There isn't a better addiction than letting it out Without a filter attached to the mouth I got 99,000 problems with their very own problems Once upon a time people talked to people, people didn't text, what's coming next? Just food and s**, sleep repeat, food and s** Follow me 3 simple steps, you want it so damn easy Want it handed to you on a golden plate While the state of the world goes watergate And generation idiot accumulates And you'll watch your bellies go hollow When you have no one to follow The dividing occupation of The binding separation of This generation of idiots generation of idiots, generation of idiots The dividing occupation of The binding separation of This generation of idiots generation of idiots, generation of idiots you have no one to follow... The dividing occupation of The binding separation of This generation of idiots generation of idiots, generation of idiots you have no one to follow...