[Verse 1: Elias Soriano]

From the second that it came to life, everything seemed fine

Things got easy enough for the masses

But the rest of us lay claim to the same old dangerous ways

Crossin’ stars, drivin’ expensive cars

Plannin’ our own parades

Champagne wishes, golden dishes

People linin’ up just to scream your name

People livin’ up to a standard made

People givin’ up just to give the blame

To the same damn people that are givin’ up

I say the same to people that are livin’ up

It’s safe to say that I’m not givin’ it a second thought

Just to waste it on a pivotal moment that I’m givin’ up

Draw back the hammer, and I’m swingin’ it up

And bringin’ it down

Takin’ it over my shoulder as high as I can

And then bringin’ it down

Checkin’ for anything left

And if I see breath, I’m bringin’ it down

All back-to-back, and then, I’m packin’ up

Not lookin’ for a handout, gonna be out the door

And that’s how it’s gonna pan out

[Pre-Chorus: Elias Soriano]

And you’ll watch your bellies go hollow

When you have no one to follow

[Chorus 1: Elias Soriano]

The dividing occupation of

The binding separation of

This generation of idiots

(Generation idiot, generation idiot)

[Verse 2: Elias Soriano, Rasheed Thomas, Rasheed Thomas & B.C. Kochmit ]

There wasn’t a better idea left

To write the righteous left among the rest of us (Goddamn)

That was a lot to be said

I’m gonna put this to bed until it never wakes again

There isn’t a better addiction than lettin’ it out

Without a filter attached to the mouth

I got ninety-nine-thousand problems (With their very own problems)

Once upon a time, people talked to people, people didn’t text

What's comin’ next? Just food and sex

Sleep, repeat (Food and sex)

Follow me, three simple steps

You want it so damn easy, want it handed to you on a golden plate

(While the state of the world goes Watergate)

And generation idiot accumulates

[Pre-Chorus: Elias Soriano]

And you’ll watch your bellies go hollow

When you have no one to follow

[Chorus 2: Elias Soriano]

The dividing occupation of

The binding separation of

This generation of idiots

(Generation idiot, generation idiot)

[Guitar Solo: BC Kochmit]

[Chorus 3: Elias Soriano]

The dividing occupation of

The binding separation of

This generation of idiots

(Generation idiot, generation idiot) (You have no one to follow)

The dividing occupation of (You have no one to follow)

The binding separation of (You have no one to follow)

This generation of idiots (No one to follow, no one to follow)

(Generation idiot, generation idiot)

[Outro: Elias Soriano]

You have no one to follow

Idiot (Generation idiot, generation idiot)

You have no one to follow