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I am a member of a secret society We are numerous, we are everywhere Like a bomb we are always ready To explode without reasons nor answers We are a menace cast in the shadow of everyday life Raised by it, and always on the razor's edge We have no tears to cry for our lives We can't really understand why Just for being the fucking personification Of a life-time of depression Never strike our sadness Watch it sleep for madness We are numerous soon ravenous And our hunger wants more More than we can do, To let it scar our soul This crew can always do More and many than you When they will be ready to use Our frustrations against you What made you like it? Your depression is your only will Depressed generation Ready to out-burst... From Letras Mania