Another head hangs lowly
Child is slowly taken
And if violence causes the silence
Who are we mistaking
But you see it's not me
It's not my family
In your head
If only we could fly, Limp Bizkit style
John Otto, take em to the Mathew's bridge
Can ya feel it, my g' g' generation, get up
My g' g' generation, are you ready?
Do you know where you are?
Welcome to the jungle punk
Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming
Cannot cease for the fear of silent nights
Oh how I long for the deep sleep dreaming
The goddess of imaginary light
In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lulla
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