Buried alive
In a history rewritten
The achievements
Of the golden generation
Hardened by ordeals
We swallow blind with ease
With ignorance we are blessed
By distractions suppressed

No grief, no grief
No shame, no vindication

The questions never asked
They hold the answers
To what will become
The loss of our freedom
The price that is won
A static heir at birth
To a place in the big machine

To forget the essence
Of who we are
To forget our dreams
An emptiness
All our earthly comforts
Never will relieve