Oh, this newer generation
Drowning in self-pity
Looking for every single possible way to scream
Woe is me to the world
For the high of sympathy

In a world filled with so many people
In a world with free will
How can we blame a God for our suffering
When we're the ones who beat our young for thrills
We rape
We kill
But we rarely claim the bill

We've made our homes in the undertow
No room for tears only room for growth
We've made our homes in the undertow
We have no choice but to learn and grow

We blame God
It's easier than swallowing the truth

We chase our dreams but
We still suffer
Pull at the seams but
We still suffer

We blame God
For lack of human reasoning
We question our suffering

Why do you think you're such a victim
You act like your suffering is something new
But It's not
This something we all go through

I won't stand for
This double standard
Held higher than reason