Logan's Run

"Be strong and you will be renewed"

I was raised in a tragedy by slaves

Where kids are drug addicts or they are bored and lazy

Still I return to my hometown

And it's just like going to a funeral

And all of them are dying, in love with paradise

Idle conversation makes them wise

Did you hear the one about Greg?

A rare talent, he was unsung until the blow came

No one really dies, they just get fired

Our legacy, to retire young

And all of them are drowning, the waves of apathy

Trust fund junkies slamming the debris

It's a dream

Now and then I miss her, her masochistic hands

Fulfilling empty plans

And all of us are lying on golden shores of greed

We're dead by thirty, dead by thirty

Dead in daydream