Yankee Generation

Hey you, Do you believe in the Moon?
You that leave without any Joy
You that sow Death among delightful Souls
Like a Puff of Heroin in the Veins
You that think of the world like a car
that axles you but you don’t mind that it’s just a Game of infernal paranoia
Which doesn’t leave space to emotions
But rules our fuckin' Minds
Go ahead, don’t give up, let yourself go
We are now lost in this Sea
Yankee generation
You forced by Heart
To make a grave Mistake
Move your Glance to the Horizon
To dream another Life because this is finally over
Yankee generation