Burning shadows of ice baked hands
Ripping off the inhuman faith glands
No place for a moment of a calm solitude
It’s the new generation with the new attitude

Chilling feelings which the numbness proclaims
Selfish practical dealings, Everyone aims
No one can call this era, ‘a life-ful pathway’
Addiction bounds everyone, No one goes away

Cut short smiles, Aggression persists for a longer while
Thinking deep but working on shallow miles
The Decade of Decay brings to this world just pain
Everyone has adapted, All are slaves without gain