Can't handle the truth, just run and hide. You're the kings of cringe, the gods of slack, But can't face life without hashtag
TikTok prophets preaching trash While real life hits, and y'all just crash
Wake up, wake up, wake the hell up
Your world's a meme, but the punchline's rough
Cancel culture can't cancel fate
You're saving the planet... too little too late. Wake The fuck up
You flex your trauma, we call it weak
Real pain's a fist, not a subtweet streak
Born to "slay" but scared to fight
You'll stream the war but won't ignite
Your drip's on point, but your soul's on mute
A billion filters, yet still no truth
LOL's your mantra, "no cap" your creed
But where's the grit when the world starts to bleed
Wake up, wake up, wake the fuck up
Your dopamine drip? It's not enough
You ghost the struggle, you block the pain
But you can't swipe left on the coming rain
You mock the boomers, you laugh at us both Gen X and Millennials, But your life's a joke. You march for change, but what's it mean? When your revolution's just a trending scene. In the end we're just a grain of sand on the beach surrounded by unlimited possibilities. Our lives are but a mere blink of an eye in the total time of the life of the universe You're here to remember why you came in this life and you'll spend you're entire life remembering it or you'll keep repeating it. It's time we looked inwards and become outwardly aware and every generation struggles with this but we are the engine and you are the battery and eventually you'll need to hold the torch everyone held fatefully
