Next Generation Testo

stepping out of darkness,
we're blinded by the spotlight.
the future is ourÝs they say itÝs up us,
to make it right.
laying the blame on the next generation.

restained by unknown hands.
holding on to helpless hands,

staring down the face of days,
with eyes still unsure of whatÝs to come.
while time is still precious to many,
it's a worthless charm to some.

ee-yeh-oh
oh-wee-klo

restained by unknown hands.
holding on to endless strands,
of what's to be created.
looking into bloodshot eyes,
longing to see paradise.
the vision is faded.
laying the blame on the next generation.

(repeat)