The old millenials wanted everything
And they received nothing
Do not have weight in history

Thought they were special
We will see the consequence

Run to the caves
There we will go back home
Say life has no meaning
Is the cause of all the chaos of the world

Led to believe that they were made
From the same organic material
Full of ugly ideas and mean little emotions

Decomposing like everyone else
Useless piece of protoplasm