Generational Synthetic

Hustle in the five old years,
do you love and do you fear?
all your working inspiration,
systematic exploration
words are great, words are real,
words are desperate, make a deal
all your words are so poetic,
generational synthetic
and I will do it on my own again,
and I will say what I will
and I will do it on my own again
and I will say what I will
all my friends are far away,
hits my head in disobey,
i can help but to forget
what is now and what is next
train a fortune for a soul,
what we wanted all along
all your words are so magnetic,
generational pathetic
and I will do it on my own again,
and I will say what I will