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Exterminate the boomers
Here they come, feasting on the young
No hair, no care
Shuffling like a zombie
They don't care about the future
As long as we keep bowing to them
Wrinkled hands write the script
No choice but follow
Treat it like an edict
Greed is the motto of the sick
Cloaked by the model of their politics
The broken structures they erect
Built inequality incarnate
Time will cast them aside
But when?
The damage is done
Progress is no friend to them
Simply accumulate
There's no room to negotiate
It's true that
Baby boomers doomed us all
Progress is no friend to them
Just regression or stagnation
The end of days is drawing near
Baby boomers wrecked this world
The price we pay will not be known until too late
Bargaining, they claimed a throne built upon the lies they sold us
In the end, mortality will end their false morality
But all the pain, and all the cries of those they've damned
They are here to stay
Time will cast them aside
But when?
The damage will continue
When they get their hooks in you
Their failures will be cleansed
And their backwards ideology
Will be burnt and forgotten
When their generation is dead
No hair, no care
Shuffling like a zombie
They don't care about the future
As long as we keep bowing to them
Wrinkled hands write the script
No choice but follow
Treat it like an edict
Greed is the motto of the sick
Cloaked by the model of their politics
The broken structures they erect
Built inequality incarnate
Time will cast them aside
But when?
The damage is done
Progress is no friend to them
Simply accumulate
There's no room to negotiate
It's true that
Baby boomers doomed us all
Progress is no friend to them
Just regression or stagnation
The end of days is drawing near
Baby boomers wrecked this world
The price we pay will not be known until too late
Bargaining, they claimed a throne built upon the lies they sold us
In the end, mortality will end their false morality
But all the pain, and all the cries of those they've damned
They are here to stay
Time will cast them aside
But when?
The damage will continue
When they get their hooks in you
Their failures will be cleansed
And their backwards ideology
Will be burnt and forgotten
When their generation is dead
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