The Land of Broken Dreams

Born and raised in broken doubt
Generation raised by liars
Fact of fiction, right or wrong
Tangled up in every wire

They said it can’t get better than this
All our questions why were dismissed
Misbehaving children should not resist

So rise above your father’s pride
Don’t let him pick your side
Don’t let his failure widen this divide

Through the screen, the children start to see
How much better it could be
Just cogs in their machine
In the Land of Broken Dreams

Born and raised to waste our lives
Working for a rich old man
Kept dumb and sick and filled with fright
No one really gives a damn

Water rising with every day
Build these bridges before it’s too late
Used to drowning, content to accept our fate

So rise above your father’s pride
Don’t let him pick your side
Don’t let his failure widen this divide

Through the screen, the children start to see
How much better it could be
Just cogs in their machine
In the Land of Broken Dreams