the other day i heard a cry from a baby and the sound was amazing as i contemplated how do we start so simple and get so complicated so we search and we try to be clever can t stand but we lie together we spring through the summer winter we slumber the fall of man s gone forever i feel like i ve lost my way how can i get it back show me alone on my own i let you but now i need you to save me i need you to save me i can still hear the cry of our nation we need you but we keep on fighting hoping and trying yet your love will keep us alive this generation is broke and needs healing someone how we lost sight of who you are but we bow down now i m like a generation that s drowning beneath the silver moon i m far from grounded i speak the language of the streets but my insecurities they surround me like the smoke i blow from nostrils meant to take in the scent from flowers hours turn to days and days give birth to twins of crumbling towers even the grass is winterkilled creation seems to only wither and redemption is but an afterthought see i can sympathize with killers on nights like these on nights like these i find comfort in shadows breaking bread with bitter thieves who stole my rights to meet the gallows but it s like i m being kept alive kept alive by something cosmic something large something invading it s something cosmic but i left my will to live in a crack house three blocks away and i surrendered my self respect to the pimps and hoes who rule the day i m a generation that s drowning sinking deep like submarines from old blind bartimaeus to the little child wearing dungarees i m speaking from a place of hunger from a place of wonder where we rape and plunder i m a drowning generation and you can t hear me because the thunder