We are Generation Y

A perpetuation of out with the old

In with the new

The Decrepit with The Decadent

Stone to Steel

And monolithic shards of glass

That rake the sky

With electric fingers

Keep your head up

And don’t look down

Lest you discover the gauze of indulgence

Is merely distraction

Blood for oil

Blood for land

Blood for blood

Keep your head up.

They want to give us a revolution

And don’t look down.

But we will have a revolution

Of our own