(Clarke-St Croix) 
I am the child of the new generation 
The product of total frustation 
Lost in the void of social soup 
Yesterday´s plans went away 
I saw ya standing there cold 
So i picked up on the usual topic 
I feel the pain of athousand wars 
I got no problems man 
I got no problems man 
I got no problems man 
I live in 
TV land I´m an electronic image 
Beamin´ out to you 
I see the ruins 
I know we are losin´ 
We love our weapons 
Blown into heaven 
We´re out of time 
We´re out of mind 
Completely blind to nature´s sign 
And we got nothing 
Wasted in prison 
A bad decision 
You run to nowhere 
You´re blown forever 
We stand confused 
On hard times 
Can´t break away 
From our crimes 
This is the world 
You have no choice 
Now you´re gone 
We play the fools 
We break the rules 
We rape the earth,a blinded purge 
And we got nothing 
Hate is a fire 
It does not fire 
You run to nowhere 
You´re blown forever 
We stand confused 
On hard times 
Can´t break away 
From our crimes 
This is the world 
You have no chioce 
Now you´re gone 
We stand confused 
On hard times 
Can´t break away 
From our crimes 
This is the world 
You have no choice 
Now you´re gone 
I see the ruins 
I know we´re losin´ 
We walk the wasteland 
Stripped down from 
God´s hand 
We live confused 
Completely used 
I love you 
Wasted