Be strong and you will be renewedI was raised in a tragedy by slaveswhere kids are drug addicts orthey are bored and lazy stillI return to my home town andit’s just like going to a funeraland all of them are dying in lovewith paradise idle conversation makesthem wise did you hear the one aboutGreg a rare talent he was unsung untilthe blow came no one really dies theyjust get fired our legacy to retireyoung and all of them are drowning thewaves of apathy trust fund junkies slammingthe debris it’s a dream identify now and thenI miss her her masochistic hands fulfillingempty plans and all of usour lying on golden shores of greedwe’re dead by thirty dead by thirtydead in daydream