Despite what you may think We imprison our children In institutions No treatment Berated all day Against all hope Bury your head in the sand A unintelligible unimaginable task Chainlink fence scars On his face proves he is Far from weak Too smart to bow Down to establishment in All its forms Corpses on the assembly line waste Bitter time as they die out How many hamburgers How many lines How can we escape this hell Too long have we sat here pompous Wagging our belligerent tongues It is time we took some action I will not be this cretin you wish to make out of me I cannot reason with you just beat the shit out of me I am the furor You now own nothing Look in the mirror Pathetic and worthless to society Thumbs in your armpits Or I will break them off Aren't you so pretty When you cry like a little girl Wipe the snot from your face And face your peers When you have no right to Thought or ambition And when they all use the Cross to conform What's left but liquid death and desperation What's left but being despised by your own mom Corpses are now multiplying By the thousands overwhelmed Scratching scraping At my forehead desperate To clamber out Never learned my lesson Punishment is now a blessing Scorned When you are in Solitary Torn from this twisted book The bible he's found His way of survival but Don't count on his revival No hope You need quite a bit of persistence To be let out of the system and Out into the real world So cold Look back at your life Seventeen and no place is home "Why don't I just kill myself" "I'm already dead to all of you" Cornered by insanity This is just no life for me So I slip into the dream I can’t Wake from Back to the same old game Wasted with no trace of shame They don't even know my name When I black out Puke in my throat Choke while I sleep Thuggin 4 lyfe Born just to dieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
