Sacrifice vanity,
To see the morality,
Of teenagers in carnality,
This evoked, twisted mentality,
Hear their banality,
Trying to get it out of thee,
As you reach fatality,
Inside their hive mind's lethality.

You're not immune,
To sacrificing yourself far too soon,
But it's the moon that brings your harpoon,
To bleed her out in the middle of the afternoon.