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 home town 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 identify now and then   I miss her her masochistic hands fulfilling   empty plans and all of us   our lying on golden shores of greed   we're dead by thirty dead by thirty   dead in daydream