We grew up once with the screams,
hearts of cold steel.

We grew up once with the screams,
hearts of cold steel.

Heroes with hollow eyes,
trading truth for a deal.

They flash in the darkness,
make diamonds like scars.

Selling dreams that won't last,
burning brighter than stars.

But somewhere in the shadows,
innocence dies.

We're chasing down legends built on beautiful lies.

This lost generation, worshipping the fall.

They paint their heroes in blood on the wall.

Playing with matches, they dance in the flames.

Tomorrow's in ruins, but no one takes blame.

They sell us rebellion,
dressed in sharp clothes.

But the cost of their fame is more than we know.

Caged in their stories,
trapped in their pride.

The world that they left us is burning inside.

We're blinded by the fire in their dangerous dreams.

But the ashes will choke us while they laugh from the screams.

This lost generation,
worshipping the fall.

They paint their heroes in blood on the wall.

Playing with matches, they dance in the flames.

Tomorrow's in ruins, but no one takes blame.

We're blinded by the fire in their dangerous dreams.

But the ashes will choke us while they laugh from the screams.

This lost generation, worshipping the fall.

They paint their heroes in blood on the wall.

Playing with matches, they dance in the flames.

Tomorrow's in ruins, but no one takes the blame.

This lost generation, worshipping the fall.

They paint their heroes in blood on the wall.

Playing with matches, they dance in the flames.

Tomorrow's in ruins, but no one takes the blame.