Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] 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” [Pre-Chorus] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Pre-Chorus] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Bridge] [Half-time] Call me obsolete I call it steel Call me old blood I call it real [Breakdown] Hear that crack? That’s my yes Hear that crack? That’s my mess [Final Chorus] 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
Tags
Standing ground, metal, power metal, thrash metal, speed metal, BC Rich guitars, Tama rapid drums, male gothic vocals
Duration
3:41
Instrumental
No
Created
4/20/2026