The Greatest Generation

I see it in her eyes, a former life, a trace of love I see it in his face, the world's embrace he used to trust 'Cause virtue is a scape that slides away in stimulus And everybody breaks when their world is meaningless But today we celebrate the spoiled ingrate No one is great in my generation Log-in, blog, update and translate our history Feeding search engines, the gatekeepers unofficially Learn and then forget, then learn again, ten year intervals It must be hard for them to see their heirs repeat the role But today we worship fools and medicate No one is great in my generation My Generation There's no one (repeat) That isn't corrupt