What a pity

Nicotine stained ceilings inspired by style 
Brings the death of a generation 
Always hungry with a fear to fit in
Never able to stand out
A pact made with the need to die young and live fast 
Only to find age is never forgiving 
This particular parasite force fed entitles the masses to willingly pay for the ever needed individualism branded onto the mind of every girl and boy to terrified to ever scream out in questions