(here the come, feast on the young
no hair, no care, shuffle like a zombie)

they don't care about the future
as long as we keep bowing to them
wrinkled hands write the script
no choice but follow
treat it like an edict

avarice is the motto of the sick
cloaked by the model of their politics
the broken structures they erect
built inequality incarnate

time will cast them aside
but when?
the damage is done

progress is no friend to them
simply accumulate
there's no room to negotiate
it's true that
baby boomers maybe doomed us all

progress is no friend to them
(just) regression or stagnate
the end of days is drawing near
i told you
baby boomers maybe doomed us all

oh, the price we pay will not be known until too late
bargaining, they claimed a throne built upon the lies they sold us
in the end mortality will end their false morality
but all the pain, and all the cries of those they've damned
are here to stay

time will cast them aside
but when?
the damage will continue
when they get their hooks in you

progress is no friend to them
simply accumulate
there's no room to negotiate
i warned you
baby boomers maybe doomed us all

progress is no friend to them
regression or stagnate
you can't police, they run the state
it's true that
baby boomers maybe doomed us
baby boomers maybe doomed us

all

ooooohhh