Caskey - Act III (Caskey) lyrics
[Caskey - Act III Caskey lyrics]
Our generation is reeducated by social
Media false displays of lifestyles
We foolishly long for we find
Satisfaction in momentary pleasures
Ultimately leaving ourselves more
Thirsty than we
Were before we surround ourselves
With a source of energy I'm
Only now beginning to
Understand i've been shown that stimulants
Don't bring us together
Any more than our handful
Of other hollow activities
Mere distractions from
Our own self hate and feelings
Of loneliness well, not exactly
But I feel as though that's how it is
Thanks to this generation i'm not saying
The world's full of insanity
Though it is but depression seems to be a far
More plentiful drug than happiness why
Do we get so high
Off our own self-loathing? A high
We hate more and more each time
But chase nonetheless fearful
Of what's outside
Our own predictable walls i do have faith
Though i see more reasons
To everyday more people
Grasping onto the importance
Of changing ourselves
No longer able to stand by idly it's only
With this recognition of hope in each
Other that we can pull ourselves out of
This mess we were born in
A disaster we didn't start
But nonetheless perpetuated in our years of
Thoughtless living born by our parents'
Mistakes, raised by the internet
And nurtured in the unfaithful
Hands of our peers
We are truly the only real flowers which grow
From the mud a beautiful anomaly perhaps
Destined to change it's ways and redefine the
Way humans exist with each other
And perhaps destined to perish like
The others before us generation
Media false displays of lifestyles
We foolishly long for we find
Satisfaction in momentary pleasures
Ultimately leaving ourselves more
Thirsty than we
Were before we surround ourselves
With a source of energy I'm
Only now beginning to
Understand i've been shown that stimulants
Don't bring us together
Any more than our handful
Of other hollow activities
Mere distractions from
Our own self hate and feelings
Of loneliness well, not exactly
But I feel as though that's how it is
Thanks to this generation i'm not saying
The world's full of insanity
Though it is but depression seems to be a far
More plentiful drug than happiness why
Do we get so high
Off our own self-loathing? A high
We hate more and more each time
But chase nonetheless fearful
Of what's outside
Our own predictable walls i do have faith
Though i see more reasons
To everyday more people
Grasping onto the importance
Of changing ourselves
No longer able to stand by idly it's only
With this recognition of hope in each
Other that we can pull ourselves out of
This mess we were born in
A disaster we didn't start
But nonetheless perpetuated in our years of
Thoughtless living born by our parents'
Mistakes, raised by the internet
And nurtured in the unfaithful
Hands of our peers
We are truly the only real flowers which grow
From the mud a beautiful anomaly perhaps
Destined to change it's ways and redefine the
Way humans exist with each other
And perhaps destined to perish like
The others before us generation