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
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