We're on a ride
So quickly through the night, we close our eyes
Our face against the wind, hands to the sky
Oh why
We don't wanna see the light
The way we live is like
A web of lies and compromise
Oh
A race that no one wins
Oh
A generation born to die
When will we save our lives?
But could this be right?
This place they claim "no man is left behind"
Where we're victims of our own selfish design
By no surprise, we're caught up in our lies
But then we wonder why
Oh why
No one hears us when we cry
Oh
A race that no one wins
Oh
A generation born to die
When will we save our lives?
Oh
A race that no one wins
Oh
A generation born to die
When will we save our lives?
Oh
A race that no one wins
Oh
A generation born to die
When will we save our lives?

Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid
Writer(s): Chán André, David Craig