Hell
The youth
The youth
The youth is on fire
You know what we don’t
You know what we don’t need
You know what we don’t
You know what we don’t need
The youth
The youth
The youth is on fire
Wait, stop
America, you lied
There’s nothing you can tell me
Murderers are being held the same place that Betty Shelby
Cancer on my plate, now this food isn’t healthy
This is hell for the poor, and worse for the wealthy
They convinced themselves hell is a place and not a state
That they can escape by traveling in and out of state
They can’t get up out the state of mind that they find they in
So to they astonishment they find that they not exempt
They blowin’ up in the wind
They growin’ up in their sins
They’re burning up in their minds
They’re thinking it’s being singed
Their heart is tearing apart
Can’t never we mend again
Their spirit has been erased
What is it that’s left of them?
The youth
The youth
The youth is on fire
You know what we don’t
You know what we don’t need
You know what we don’t
You know what we don’t need
The youth
The youth
The youth is on fire
Wait, stop