Letra de Traditional 84

[Verse 1]
If I'm part of a new generation
When should I feel like I'm holding the future?
When do the roads expose the horizon?
Instead of circles and endless U-turns?
Everybody I know here are worthless
Shaped from success and expected to fail
Without a clue where the roads will take us
No idea how the roads were made
But it takes a thief to know one
All I know is everybody gets robbed
If it's not of the things in your pocket
It's of the time that you're chasing a job
But when you got it all to begin with
Then how do you know when to fight?
And if you never get any older
Then how do you know you're alive?
[Verse 2]
So we parade for the land we were promised
From before we were even born
For the movies and models in mirrors
And forget where we started to run
They tell me the sky is the limit
But the sky is a clingy fog
They tell me to follow the rabbit
But the rabbit went ahead and got shot
[Verse 3]
Shot by our parents and uncles
Stuffed up the ass of a pig
Served with a pad on the shoulder
And a lively, shiny grin
They keep keeping up appearances
Like nobody told them they're old
Like pristine figurines
So sanctimonious you want them to choke
[Verse 4]
I know that it's not their intention
It's just the ways of these modern times
They think that the road they paved us
Is the same that we'll walk in line
So if I'm not supposed to trespass
Then how am I to find my own way?
On a map that is covered in crossroads
And not an inch of elbow space
So I have no clue where the roads will take me
No idea how the roads were made
And I'm not supposed to trespass
So how am I to find my way again?
They tell me the sky is the limit
But the sky is a clingy fog
When if you got it all to begin with
Then how do you know you're enough?