I'm the voice of a generation living in depression

We’ve got all the answers but we're never asking questions

Everywhere I go, people living with frustration

Wonder everyday "did I pick the right profession?"

Eyes locked on my screen

I'm lucid yet I dream

My body’s dying slowly

But at least I wear supreme

I'm filling with anxiety

But I still got my green

I'm hollow like a cavity

I'm never staying clean

I got ink on my skin

Bleeding on my sink

Someone call a priest

I need water for my sins

Now I'm feeling like a sim

No control over my life

Hop into my car

Cause I'm about to crash

I'm the voice of a generation living in depression

We've got all the answers but we’re never asking questions

Everywhere I go, people living with frustration

Wonder everyday "did I pick the right profession?"

Now you never call

I still check on my phone

I see no text message

So I’m rolling on my own

Making no excuses

I understand the pain

Life is full of losses

But losses make you gain

Little bit of knowledge

Little bit of fame

Driving for kilometers

You're in the wrong lane

I’m the voice of a generation living in depression

We've got all the answers but we're never asking questions

Everywhere I go, people living with frustration

Wonder everyday "did I pick the right profession?"