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Insane barren wasted brain

in the desert drifting vain

vacuum look and lifeless dance

mechanics moves without a chance

dryness of existence, arthritis of compare

absence of light, and silence everywhere

This is what, this is generation

this is oasis, oasis of damnation,

this is what, fucking generation

oasis of damnation.

Slackened reflexes, dulled minds

groping and painting to keep 'em alive

smaller and smaller, the smallest at last

where is your spirit, where did you cast?

Disco colors, disco rules

people of nothing without any root.

This is what, this is generation

this is oasis, oasis of damnation,

this is what, fucking generation

oasis of damnation.

In this oasis palms are not green

no transparent water, no sun will beam

the circle of ecstasies generation of oasis

the circle of oasis, generation ecstasies.

This is what, this is generation

this is oasis, oasis of damnation,

this is what, fucking generation

oasis of damnation.