RETURN TO HOME
Our Generation's Crime
Somebody get me off of here
The world it's spinning off it's hinge
The roar of disquiet is so dizzying
And I just want to fall fast asleep
A bird watches from the barren branch
As it's home fades and dies
But all of us just rush about our busy lives
Where are our hearts?
How we've laid waste to our home...
We pretend it's fine
But it's Our Generation's Crime
How do we make ammends?
How do we all change our ways -
When we're so accustomed to the lifestyles
And the ways of old
We lie and we tell our children "It will be okay..."
But they know that everything is not alright
They can see it in our eyes
And how we all pretend that everything is fine
This is Our Generation's Crime
We're tearing apart this world
And it's our home...