My generation's been too quick to judge
You'd think we'd want to believe in the future
Too fast to troll and too slow to love
It's just the way it is
It was wrong to label the snowflakes
Just kids trying to find their place
Tired of beaten old men and women
Tired of the wage slave race
We were too quick to judge
Like the new screens were a way to assert
The power we never got from our parents
Abuse of power misuse of hatred
Perhaps it's old hat
Every age gap just
Tries to get back
That which they never earned
Unlearn what they'd learned
Heal the open burn
Hegel said it's normal
Kids need to break away
Find a new day
Do it their way
And they'll come back
When they're adult
But Hegel never saw
This scenario
How we've all let go
I wonder how he'd feel
We're all Schopenhauers here
This new generation's holding up the flame
Perfecting the game and we've
Nothing left to blame for our
Misused parents and our invisible power
On the other side of sunrise
The race will still be there with different players
Less likely to succeed in procuring greed
Meeting their needs
It's a long draught coming
And a crippling deep snow