this generation II

it's cheaper to day
than fight in a hospital
it's easier to open the TV
than broaden your mind
and dream

you'd rather do things
for the outline
rather than for the matter
the substance doesn't matter
as long as it is not lethal

we are crossed in intersection
looking for new porposes
in roundabouts
we die and resurect
after each drunkenness

we forgot long time ago
the taste of pleasure
or the sound of pain
our dreams are now
the only ladders to Heaven

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