You do it for the likes
But you don't know what it means
Complain about the strikes
You'd rather have machines
Dystopia is here and no-one noticed
You know it's wrong
But better you don't protest
Vanity has won
We're prisoners to our screens
Stay busy having fun
Just as long as there's money
To pump into the system all consuming
Throw out the old, the new is so seducing
We are the forgotten ones
Lost daughters and broken sons
History will remember us as
A generation without the guts
To stand for what we truly feel
But so what, hey it's no big deal
Let someone else make your policies and
Do us wrong while we take selfies
You know that we were warned
But you think that you are free
Our visionaries scorned
Words of Orwell and Huxley
Are lost upon the ears of populations
We welcome fascism and domination
We are the forgotten ones
Lost daughters and broken sons
History will remember us as
A generation without the guts
To stand for what we truly feel
But so what, hey it's no big deal
Let someone else make your policies and
Do us wrong while we take selfies
Left are vilified
Poisoned by the right
This will come to light
When you finally feel the plight
Of your sisters
Your brothers
Your mothers
Sons and daughters
Your fathers
Friends and lovers
Your neighbours
Supposed saviors
We are the forgotten ones
Lost daughters and broken sons
History will remember us as
A generation without the guts
To stand for what we truly feel
But so what, hey it's no big deal
Let someone else make your policies and
Do us wrong while we take selfies
Your sisters
Your brothers
Your mothers
Sons and daughters