Generation Y

by High Card

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Recorded and Mixed by Darren Nanos.
Mastered by Don Fury.
Artwork by Matt Haveron.

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released April 26, 2016

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Hardcore punk from Long Island, New York

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Track Name: Run and Hide
Paranoid attack. Always got to watch my back. How will I run and hide when I’ve run out of time? Because there’s bombs falling from the sky and you’re wiped off the map in the blink of an eye. Or dying slowly from disease, a manmade sickness, you’re down on your knees. The bell has struck, you’re out of time. Never going to run and hide. You’re next.
Track Name: LaGrega
Every path I choose ends in a dead road. There’s no light in my tunnel, and it's getting old. Another dead stop, the same tired shit. Just want to break this mold, instead I live in it. Don’t bitch about your problems, save them for someone else. Got enough on my plate and you’re not any help. Another dead stop, the same tired shit. Just want to break this mold, instead I live in it.
Track Name: What Now?
I have no clue what I should do. I’m so lost and so confused. Every choice seems wrong to me. End it all and set me free. I have no clue what I should do. I’m so lost and so confused. I run a never ending race and I make the same mistakes. Day after day I wake up and I always feel the same and I’ve had enough of letting you get the best of me. I have no clue what I should do. I have no clue what I should fucking do.
Track Name: Another Call
Another call for unity. It’s all bullshit if you ask me. Some people, they just don’t belong. Sometimes it’s better when they’re gone. Posing hard and making friends. You're a living, breathing, walking trend. Another call for unity. Status climbers, trend hoppers all the same. We’re not playing your fucking games. No apologies, the feelings are hard. No more welcome arms. You’re here for all of the wrong reasons and everyone knows. Contribute nothing so it’s time to go. The words, the meaning, it falls on deaf ears. Nothing about you is sincere. A call for unity: a knife in the back. We're sick of you and we're on the attack.
Track Name: Lined Pockets
Bullshit wars overseas. Take my pay, freedom’s not free. They don’t care who lives or dies, they line their pockets with your cries. Work so I can fund your fight, I’ve got no say I’ve got no rights. They don’t care who lives or dies, line their pockets with your cries. One more mess for no one to clean. They don’t listen because they’re just out for the green. Uncle Sam takes half my pay for those we’ll fight the next day. A constant war, a constant threat and it comes out of my paycheck. Cut the pay of those in charge, line them up, and send them to war. I’ll laugh as they get blown away. Those crooked fucks have got to pay. They profit off of blood and sweat, they should be hung by their own necks. I’ll laugh as they get blown away. Those crooked fucks have got to pay. I’ll laugh as they get blown away. Ha.
Track Name: Down Hill
Police prowling on a beat. Shots and riots on the street. Billy-club over your head. Bullets, tear gas, you’re dead. Bricks and bats smashing glass. Pig bred violence, tensions are rising fast. This god damned world has gone to shit. Checking out, I fucking quit. Not safe in your home anymore. The cops kicked down your front door. Gunshots. Pray that they miss. Fascist rule with an Iron fist.
Track Name: Nothing New
Sit on your throne: “King of the Clones.” You make me sick. Leave me alone. All of your words fall right through. Nothing new. You have friends but you don’t have a clue and I don’t give a fuck about you. No matter how hard you want to try, you’ll never mean shit in my eyes. It doesn’t matter what you do because you’re just nothing new. Never want to be like you. Never took your words as true. Never get your ass kissed by me, because you're nothing but a sheep. Fuck you.
Track Name: Stand Soft
Taking a stand and following the trend. I'm sick of this shit, when will it end? Your feelings got hurt so you went home and cried but you couldn’t fight a real battle if you tried. The biggest mouths have so much to say and are always the first ones to go away. Lazy politics, nothing more. In real life you’re passive, you’re fake. Lazy politics, nothing more. I’ve had about all I can take. Just drop the fuck out, don’t waste another day. No one cares what you say. Your voice was heard but it didn’t count. Passive aggression: the easy way out. Now you’re gone and everyone knew your lazy politics were tried but not true.
Track Name: Generation Y
You left us with your mess and you don't fucking care. There's an entire generation lost in despair. The kids go off to college but then where the fuck do they go? They're unemployeed, hopeless, and at the end of the rope. Young and poor, scraped off the floor just to get by. What do we get? We're crushed by debt, we're Generation Y. Say the kids are at fault as you pass the blame. Point your fingers outwards but you made us this way. Disparity has got us on our ass. The state of the nation: a fucking mess. There's noone to blame but Uncle Sam because the American Dream is a fucking sham. Abandoned youth in our society doesn't make any sense to me.
Track Name: See Through The Lies
Just look around: grey’s surrounding me. It’s a fact of life but you’re too blind to see that there are no easy answers to bail you out. If you’re not searching, you’ll never break it down. Why can’t you open your eyes? You see things in black and white but I see that it’s all grey. Your view is not ok. Which one of them are you gonna join? Opposing sides of the same coin. You’re just a pawn in a political scheme and it ends with a bomb addressed to you and me. You and me: we’re not the same. You’re just a pawn in their fucking game.