I wonder if we'll smile in our coffins
While loved ones mourn the day,
The absence of our faces, living, laughing, eyes awake.
Is this too much for them to take?
Too young for ones conclusion,
The lifestyle won.
Such values you taught your son.
That's how.
Look at me now. I'm broken.
Inherit my life I'm broken
One day we all will die, a cliched fact of life.
Force fed to make us heed.
Inbred to sponge our bleed.
Every warning, a leaking rubber,
A poison apple for mingled blood.
Too young for ones delusion the lifestyle cost
Venereal Mother embrace the loss.
That's how look at you now.
You're broken
Inherit your life.