Born too late

I remember the forgotten era
The one we never lived
The sixty million sounds
That everyone heard but us

Blessed under tragedy
Given unto plight
Well I guess we may have
Been born too late

These words
Are dreams we’ve never had
And dreams we’ll never live
We think we’re so good
But there’s someone better
We think we’re so free
But they are already further in the air
And as we build our way up
To that ideal that that we covet
We still hum tone-deaf tunes
And write sloppy lyrics
They speak of evolution
But our blood-shot eyes
And keyless voices are proof
That it’s all but
Run its course

So we’ll drag our shovels
To a hot place under the sun
To dig our graves
And lie in them
And wonder all the time
They claimed our worth
And maybe they were right

Resting in heartbreak
Given unto blight
Now that we know that we
Were born too late

But this corpse believes in reason
No one ever found reason
Without trying

(I spent an hour on this and it's still shit. Argh.)