Generation Breakdown (Zanister)

Guns in the schoolroom, violence in the air Drugs manifesting, creates despair Everyone thinks they're cool, little do they know They arc on a path, with nowhere to go I know that times must change its now their day It just seems all so wrong, hate is on its way Generation Breakdown Generation Breakdown Music of the masses has numbed down the brain No one seems to care at all it's all the same I know that times must change it's now their day It just seems all so wrong hate is on its way Generation Breakdown Generation Breakdown Heroes of hoodlums gods made from swill No one blames all their words or blames their will Eliminate their idols with a deadly late Their world is empty except for their hate I know that times must change it's now their day It just seems all so wrong hate is on its' way Generation Breakdown Generation Breakdown Generation Breakdown Generation Breakdown Generation