Generation Three

Black, black

Egocentric
Mister no excuses
Bipolar can't get no lower

Last laugh
I'm willing to blame
And come away unharmed

Can't point fingers
When I'm generation three
Already caught in a lie
Choices I've made

Black, black

Slow fortify
I'm feeling no better
Feel more at home in denial

It's hereditary
A disease long earned
No wonder I hide beside myself

Can't point fingers
When I'm generation three
Already caught in a lie
Choices I've made

Black, black

I'd let it go
But how to forgive
Here I am, self made man

I'd let it go
The damage done
But I don't know if I can