Escape

The sons of euphoria are skipping their classes
For weed, crack and smack, the opiate of the masses -
To see the world through those rose colored glasses,
Escaping from this world of bores, world of snores,
Of closed doors, pimps and whores, pointless wars,
And the endless encores, the disease of a generation,
Lacking a foundation, seeking sensation in a drug-induced vacation -
It's an abberation, a dedication to manipulation,
And we don't care, we don't give a shit,
We take the hit, just to make things fit.