Oh bitterness, my dear, would you please marry me?
We’ll have children we’ll name them “vermin” and “disease” and become like those before us.
We met at the deathbed of ambition and this is where it led us (to).
We’re the copy-cats of our own lives and the lines were drawn way before us
And I’m/we’re just walking them.
Wiser men than me claim
That human existence takes place inbetween of what was and what will be,
So it’s not really there at all, by looking around you can tell they’re right.
We’re doing nothing better, we just know how to wait it out.
Disappearing, the invisible generation without a name.
Class-war is over (and all the individuality money can buy won it),
Eternal boredom (that’s eating us alive.
So line up for the big parade!)
We’re the best informed virgins there ever were.
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