I wonder if we'll smile In our coffins while Loved ones mourn the day The absence of our faces Living, laughing eyes awake Is this too much for them to take?
Too young for ones conclusion, the lifestyle won Such values you taught your son
That's how Look at me now
I'm broken Inherit my life I'm broken
One day we all will die A cliched fact of life Force fed to make us heed Inbred to sponge our bleed Every warning, a leaking rubber A poison apple for mingled blood
Too young for ones delusion, the lifestyle cost Venereal mother embrace the loss
