How strong is the voice of young America?
As we yell at our XBOX, trying to make friends with an alloy heart and artificial fingers.
Softening the blow of a crumbling economy as it falls on our head like Baileys into Guiness, losing it's form and calling itself our government.
Instead of standing up and making our own war, we're content to sit and grumble as others wage it for us.
Treating our lives like a condom, pleasured one night and flushed the next morning with the rest of the vodka.
How strong is the voice of young America?
Have we become a generation of tabloid heroes, living our fantasies through Lindsay and Paris?
Stuck on a ledge, four feet up, too scared to commit to a bruised knee.
How strong is the voice of young America?
How long 'till we yearn to be old?
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