I don't expect you to forgive us
Or even really miss us
I was hoping you would hate us
Let us know how grave our sins
Cause your parents lived in comfort cashing checks you'll have to pay
and we'd rather burn your atmosphere than work a single day
So I don't want you to forgive us
And you really shouldn't miss us
Let us know how much you hate us
make us bathe in all our sin
Cause we'd rather kick the can to you than throw it in the bin
and your parents had it better, and their parents better still
we could have fixed your future if we'd simply had the will
So this is an apology to The Final Generation
The only innocents in this path toward devastation
I don't know just what they'll tell you, but I know it's all a lie
If we'd cared a little more, then you wouldn't have to die
So I don't expect you to forgive us
or even really miss us
and I know you'll really hate us
as you pay for all our sins
I hope you burn, and shout and scream and kick
make sure we know we make you sick
You've every right to throw a massive fit
Because you are
The Final Generation