歌詞

We are what we are

Fruit of the same pain

Measures of the same time

Notes by the same author

We are what we are

Fucked from the start

By the toxic inertia

Of your conscience

Those not to contradict

Those you

Cannot understand!

It's us (It's us)

We are the advancing decline

The mud that rises to the eyes

And the future that burns in the room

Sad generation

Bruised and tired

The same worn-out lineage

That limps along

We are what we are, yes

Faithless rabble

Helpless under a sky

That doesn't even see us

A species in disarray

Engines that fail

The sick product

Of your madness

We are the ones who are never right

As has always happened, to every generation

The predictable effect of precarious existences

Of rough

And involuntary impulses

It's us (It's us)

We are the advancing decline

The mud that rises to the eyes

And the future that burns in the room

Sad generation

Bruised and tired

The same worn-out lineage

That limps

It's us (It's us)

We are the advancing decline

The mud that rises to the eyes

And the future that burns in the room

Sad generation

Bruised and tired

The same worn-out lineage

That limps