Filmed and edited by: Juan Pérez-Fajardo
Conceptual Artist/Production Assistant: Lawrence Ray
Written by: Brock Bushong
Tracked by: Brock Bushong & Vince Mejia
Produced by: Alex Moran
Recorded at Arbor Eden Studio
Conceptual Artist/Production Assistant: Lawrence Ray
Written by: Brock Bushong
Tracked by: Brock Bushong & Vince Mejia
Produced by: Alex Moran
Recorded at Arbor Eden Studio
#Newmusic #Generationme #Musicvideo
Verse 1
See the world as it turns
Watch a city that burns
I can’t sleep. I can’t sleep.
See the man on the broken Road
Telling me, “Boy don’t go home. Don’t go home.”
The news is ordinary
World’s wasted. It ain’t changing.
This life’s to temporary for only me to be seen
See the world as it turns
Watch a city that burns
I can’t sleep. I can’t sleep.
See the man on the broken Road
Telling me, “Boy don’t go home. Don’t go home.”
The news is ordinary
World’s wasted. It ain’t changing.
This life’s to temporary for only me to be seen
Chorus
So hello, hello from a generation left with nowhere to go.
We make lies for the innocent eyes how to steal, kill, and play with a gun
We’ve swiped up and we’ve swiped down
And we’ve lost touch with our own ground
Now it’s too hard to see
But the worst parts just beginning
It’s all taking and no giving
For the Generation Me
So hello, hello from a generation left with nowhere to go.
We make lies for the innocent eyes how to steal, kill, and play with a gun
We’ve swiped up and we’ve swiped down
And we’ve lost touch with our own ground
Now it’s too hard to see
But the worst parts just beginning
It’s all taking and no giving
For the Generation Me
Verse 2
See the sky turning black
Feel the fire on your back
I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe
See the sign on the broken road
Telling me, “Boy, something’s wrong.”
You think we’ll listen when it all goes to hell?
I guess it’s hard to read when you’re trying to spell
A teacher stands there crying, ”where’s the Narcan? How’d we get here?”
I guess likes are left hollow and empty
like mommies pill drawer seems.
See the sky turning black
Feel the fire on your back
I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe
See the sign on the broken road
Telling me, “Boy, something’s wrong.”
You think we’ll listen when it all goes to hell?
I guess it’s hard to read when you’re trying to spell
A teacher stands there crying, ”where’s the Narcan? How’d we get here?”
I guess likes are left hollow and empty
like mommies pill drawer seems.
Chorus