Clouds fill cities
The evil has spread
Like a virus
Infiltrating your soul
Corrupting your poor mind
Don’t let them fool you
They’ve always been like this,
Hiding in the dark,
Waiting for permission
Now they're free
They’re free to gas your town
The gas will fill your mind
Don’t let them fill your mind.
To be your child.
What would it mean to be your child?
Would you still be proud?
And when they refuse to treat me right,
Would you stand up and be loud?
A kid simplified and broken down
Reduced to a microphone in their hand,
The notes that leave their lips.
This child is more than this.
“You are my daughter”
Every Day I sit
In a spine-crushing chair.
And I’m not sure how I take it,
The nicotine in the air
Do the others even care?
I’m shaking in my chair.
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