Gen-Z Machine

At eight years old, I lost the breath in the air
Hoping they wouldn't stare, hoping that they wouldn't care
At fifteen years old, I stood with death in my eye
Hoping to say goodbye, hoping that they wouldn't cry

And I'm only seventeen, I can't even get a hit of dopamine
And maybe I'd never see eighteen, I'm the product of the Gen Z machine
And we're all just so depressed, our lives a tragic mess
Our parents think it's just stress, we're the product of the Gen Z machine

And I hate to write this song, but it must be done all along
Will it prove that my mind can be strong, or prove me all wrong
And the world will see my story, you know it's nothing to hold with glory
And while it could save another story, it's so expository

And I'm only seventeen, I can't even get a hit of dopamine
And maybe I'd never see eighteen, I'm the product of the Gen Z machine
And we're all just so depressed, our lives a tragic mess
Our parents think it's just stress, we're the product of the Gen Z machine

Our lives are the densest red, but it's already all been said
And our minds have all bleed, we all have our own red, our story to spread
Our lives are the deepest red, but it's already all been said
And our minds have all bleed, we all have our own red, our story to spread



Credits
Writer(s): Andy Messier
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