(no subject)
I shake my fist as you walk across my grave
Through my silence I speak volumes, the young oh the young
I see the glee as you cut away your "stain"
Reduced to the inferior, the useless and the unknown
In secret I was thrown away, no chance to breath, to see
My life a dim memory, as yours goes onward, never looking back
So you seek approval for the damage that you've done
One night of fun, no consequences, a simple death is all
The reaper sifs the wheat fields, this generation harvest gone
When will mass homicide end, real living may it begin
Through my silence I speak volumes, the young oh the young
I see the glee as you cut away your "stain"
Reduced to the inferior, the useless and the unknown
In secret I was thrown away, no chance to breath, to see
My life a dim memory, as yours goes onward, never looking back
So you seek approval for the damage that you've done
One night of fun, no consequences, a simple death is all
The reaper sifs the wheat fields, this generation harvest gone
When will mass homicide end, real living may it begin