Weak Generation - Twilight Guardians

I’ve sent away my guardian angel

Now I share my flesh with anyone I can

It’s the season of deception

Queen of beauty give me your hand

I’m the weak generation, beckoned by pleasures of hell

Raise me above the torment or hide inside the shell

I’m racing the light 'cos I am the darkness

Fear for tomorrow won’t reach our land

Winds of the future among the blind men

Knowledge won’t ever reach our hand

Fusions are made just to be frail

It’s the moment of truth I’ll tell you more lies

My lonely heart grown to ignorance

Still I sometimes cry at night

I’d use some of that sweet love before the reckoning day

Forgive me my sons and daughters

I guess I couldn’t show you the way

I’m racing the light 'cos I am the darkness

Fear for tomorrow won’t reach our land

Winds of the future among the blind men

Knowledge won’t ever reach our hand

I’m the weak generation, beckoned by pleasures of hell

Raise me above the torment or hide inside the shell

I’m racing the light 'cos I am the darkness

Fear for tomorrow won’t reach our land

Winds of the future among the blind men

Knowledge won’t ever reach our hand