Chivas: Gen D

Woah, hey, hey
But I’ve got such a pretty face
When I stand in front of the mirror, brainbooster fizzes in my cup
This is exactly how I wanted to live — I only get up at 5:33
Million dollar May routine
BTC rates for today dictated to me by Chat-GPT
Vape in my left hand, zero-waste shopping bag in my right
(Holy fuck, what a messed-up day)
Why do people blame me?
When everything that’s wrong — it’s just my ADHD

I love this fucked-up world, my idols are criminals
I know I’ll make it on my own, I get my drugs from e-prescriptions

And if you ever get lost, don’t forget: from cashier to sex worker
(What’s that called again?)
They call it GEN Z
But we are GEN D (GENERATION, blah, GENERATION)
My idols — I know I’ll make it on my own
And if you ever get lost, don’t forget: from cashier to sex worker
(What’s that called again?)
They call it GEN Z, but we are GEN D (blah!)
GEN D (blah!)
GEN D (blah!)
GEN D (blah!)
Generation

I don’t feel like living, probably because of the wrong meds
I want more blood, ‘cause there’s no one to comfort me
Unless it’s a livestream of someone hanging themself
That sounds just like:
Here we are now, so entertain us
Spill some blood, just to amuse us

I love this fucked-up world, my idols are criminals
I know I’ll make it on my own, I get my drugs from e-prescriptions

And if you ever get lost, don’t forget: from cashier to sex worker
(What’s that called again?)
They call it GEN Z
But we are GEN D

Because to live in peace, I need more blood
Be-be-because to live I need more
Blood
Okay

I love this fucked-up world, my idols are criminals
I know I’ll make it on my own, I get my drugs from e-prescriptions
And if you ever get lost, don’t forget: from cashier to sex worker
(What’s that called again?)
They call it GEN Z
But we are GEN D
GEN D, blah, blah

This is only the beginning
Open your disgusting eyes