Are we the sons and daughters of burned out parents?
That will meet the same destiny after one single turn
If we hear the alarm we will always press snooze
Are we a sleeping generation?
Those before us screamed about revolution
If we do, we only do it because it sounds cool
You can always blame society
Are the excuses mild? Is that how we use it?
This is how we live, how we learned to play
But stress will tear us down in the pursuit for convenience
Act like there's rain in the air
Despite it not being that heavy at all
Won't anything happen to the restless? Will anything happen to the stressed?
Will anything happen to the weak? Won't any waiting occour?
No, we didn't build Sweden
But we are the ones who will replace the flaking color, are we the ones?
Refr.
Are they talking about something fictional, stand up straight
Are they talking about your life, stand up straight
Are they talking about something fictional, stand up straight
Are they talking about your life, stand up straight
They're always blaming someone
While forgetting that you're carrying you father now
Now, now, now, can you feel it grow?
Is there a lost generation?
The lost generation is inspected
And we are examined by the people with common sense
Media, politicians, they're speculating
No work, we escape to studies, because you can almost live on the student loan
Let us be highly educated in these hard times
But for education to automatically lead to a job
Those days are gone, we'll see what'll happen
At least we learned maths in the school bench
30 % of the people receiving social benefits
Are born between -80 and -85
A third of us got no jobs in the 21st century
And the rest are partially funded by the state
Lets summarize
[I] see no connection between playing and living
Because apparently, life is a bitch, but it's something we can't miss
To my generation, the bitch is the pimp
Refr.
It's not relevant what I think
I've heard it so often that I almost believe it to be true
But I feel hopeful when I look at you tonight
No one will ever make me go down on my knees
So wherever we think we will end up
The loser will surely be someone else
So sing with me everyone, if you believe so too
The sound of a victorious generation is calling