Our generation is fucked,
And out of luck.
You've got nothing to say with a whole of talk.
Outspoken, a leech, when your mouth is open.
You suck the world dry when you help spread the lies.

Yo, get this, Bearclaw's back motherfucker.
Stronger than ever, turn this shit up 'till your ears bleed.

As the fuckin' world burns down.

So, who the fuck do you think you are?
Your words don't mean shit.
Educate yourself, before you wreck your health.
Ignorance makes you weak.

Fuck your media; fuck your sponsors.
I spit on your propaganda.
Open up a book, and read a fuckin' word or too.
If you follow this shit, and you don't get the hint,
then there's only one thing left to say.

It's open season on all you mother fuckers, ha.

So I'm ripping the pages, this shits overused.
It's left our fuckin' youth bloody, broken, and bruised.

You lack integrity-original thought,
the media bandwagon has you bought.
There is a lack of truth.
Allow me to pull the strings that control you.
You think you're in charge? Take a glance in the mirror.
That vision you see ain't too fuckin' clear.
Do I look like a puppet, a fuckin' toy for your show?
I can make decisions on my own.
Do I look like a puppet?
Get your strings out of here.

So, stand aside as the fuckin' sky rains upon your ass;
and realize that behind fake eyes you never stood a fuckin' chance.

Lyrics submitted by champagnexjamx

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