Generation X

Latchkey kid with a torn-up sleeve

I learned the truth from a TV bleed

Cold toast, hard floors, no one home

Made my own rules, made my own laws

Payphone prayers in a parking lot

Dead-end dreams and a one-way shot

Now your bright machine says “stay calm”

I taste blood when you say “harmful”

We don’t kneel

We don’t fold

Black coat heart

Sidewalk soul

You can scan my face

You can map my scars

But I was built

In the broken parts

Generation X, rise up

Generation X, rising up

We fight back hard

We don’t play nice

Generation X, rise up

Generation X, rising up

Cold blood blow

In a dead-end fight

Now the kids all talk in code

While the mirror learns my old roads

Silver under the busted sky

I hear the glitch in a lullaby

You wear a crown of borrowed smoke

I wear my doubt like a battle coat

If you sell me peace in a glass-pane grin

I’ll drag my ghost right back in

We don’t kneel

We don’t fold

Black coat heart

Sidewalk soul

You can scan my face

You can map my scars

But I was built

In the broken parts

Generation X, rise up

Generation X, rising up

We fight back hard

We don’t play nice

Generation X, rise up

Generation X, rising up

Cold blooded blow

In a dead-end fight

Call me obsolete

I call it steel

Call me old blood

I call it real

Hear that crack?

That’s my yes

Hear that crack?

That’s my mess

Generation X, rise up

Generation X, rising up

We fight back hard

We wont play nice

Generation X, rise up

Generation X, rising up

Black coat sons

With the iron will

Generation X, rise up

Generation X, rising up

Cold blood blow

In a dead-end fight