"The cure comes from what we seek,"
Says our tiny human brain,
So come outside and take a peek,
Watch as the rain may repaint,
Our skin, and it may reek,
It will drain us of our frame,
Leaving us without a need to be weak.

Listen to the pattering drop dead, dead silence,
Until we're told that in order to revive we must relive violence,
Through our childhood eye, we're not proud of compliance.

One life to live it, never mind, I'll take it,
It'll be time before you realize the sin was sitting,
You'll be sick and frail until you fake it,
Alternate versions of biting syllables,
Thought you never could be considered dead for a sit,
It seems as though you never thought it'd be hitting until you started quitting.

Listen to the pattering drop dead, dead silence,
Until we're told that in order to revive we must relive violence,
Through our childhood eye, we're not proud of compliance.