We are the lost generation
We carry words as bombs
There is no way to prosper
we are the foster kids of hope
We are the lost generation
a mistake of fate
Strip us from our passions
Divest us of any real choice,
Make art a fashion,
And gag this generation’s voice
Now tell us all to pursue our dreams , that this is our fate
To leave the fear behind, and that we can never hesitate
Oh my dear brethren, we are lost, we are so damn lost
I despise you, while I define all of you
I bring value to this land
You bring profit forcing every hand
I bring ethics
It’s not metric
It’s price less
We Are Priceless
I catch every spit on my face
And turn the other cheek
supported by 11 fans who also own “Lost Generation”
I'm just in love with this band and finding a favourite track is difficult for me. I just know buying the repress once i saw the message pop up that they were available was an easy choice. James Ferguson
supported by 11 fans who also own “Lost Generation”
Six minutes of beautifully raw melodic hardcore; but that’s all that’s needed to work its effect. An emotional freight-train, it’s imbued with an authentic sense of loss and sadness, which will remind you how to feel again. Tristan