Destiny shares the eyes of the young genocides   Suicides that are still alive   Their success has been so well disguised, yeah      And on their face is the razor's blank stare   As if to know their destiny is going nowhere   But nowhere is not so hard to bare   Where their parents can decide      Hand in hand they walk together   With their broken pride   Mothers and fathers, sisters and brothers   And the whole world [incomprehensible]      Desperately searching and dangerously [nurturing]   I deserve [incomprehensible]   Not much worse than they are, of the young genocides      Facing the world with your back to the wall   It's hard to feel important at all   The grand illusion that'll never come   It's disguised itself as tomorrow