Lost Generation
Smoke surrounding
Air attacks
On standby
Drop the sack
We'll blow
It up
Dazed wandering
Just try to
Direct our
Direction of
Confusion
In our haven
High pondering
Perception of
Reality's gone
To the way side
But did we ever
Care
Smoke abomination
Retrieval of lost
Incarnation
To the masses
We are the
Lost generation
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