When I was growing
Shoot, I still am
Everything was a classic
Learning in class, or as I called it
The resting hour
Spent my days inside
Not with the others
Mothers with their sons
Taking advantage of the sun
Afraid?
I was.
Still am, yet not sure why
Sixth sense?
Chemical mishap to restrain my membranes?
Maybe, maybe...
Spent more time as Shaggy
But with my daily frown
Should've called me Charlie Brown.

We pull down statues
For we know that
Soon, there will be no one left
To gaze upon them

We are not unhappy
Just constantly disappointed

I have no mouth
And I must scream
I have no eyes
And I must see
I have no ears
And I must listen
I have no blood
And I must live
For objects possess
No awareness.

When you make excuses
Sloth is all it introduces

Cold home
Such a northern chill
But across the tri-state
Need an N.W.O
In the U.S.A
Cannibalistic
Separated mentally
Bound physically
Insatiable
To the end of our life
Immune to strife
Modern-day living that needs no wife
Feasting on skin
Replaced by sin-
When did we become wendigos?

I can't find hate in my heart
For those who pursue crime
"Such a taboo"
Not when it's the only thing you can do
I mean, if we were all:
Forgotten
Troubled
Juvenile
Downright suicidal
Hopeless
Speechless
Broken
Ruined by a system
Misused and abused
Constantly confused by being used
Not excused
From a situation you never fused-
Yet, you are devoted
Longing for another
Someone to call a brother
Who looks out for you and doesn't smother
In this mad world...
Wouldn't you?