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We are the generation of Escapists Forget the Y, X, Z and call us E Because we Run away, deep inside To our obsessive soliloquies and unreal networks To distract ourselves from this artificial matrix Of conventions, traditions, red tapes and mouth tapes Superiors and deceiving exteriors Interdictions and soothing fictions And numb brain-dead masses Call us the generation I for short For we Imprison our voices By imaginary choices Run away, deep inside To paint the town grey with Neurol and Lexaurin Laugh at your death with Xanax or Rivotril Silencing M&Ms to get you in a good place Erase and replace to fit in, you disgrace! Become a shell &