What's really there but a neglected childhood
The media stares everywhere that likes to scare you
We fail to pay the price of minds which sails the youth
So We sail the sea on our knees begging for the truth
The hand of greed is all upon us
Let it come that succubus!
We claim we care for all of you
But just beyond the black and blue
The machine we made will fix it all again
Putting hearts beyond on our kin
With the sacrifice of our doubt
Think the machines gonna figure it out
Kids in the machine get all the need from all of us
They go to school bend the rules, maybe smoke cannibas
But it's illegal to be crazy before one turns eighteen
Where the bads seeds sewed, so out of control must be so serene
So truth be told know one knows if the guns are bad
Let's just ask the kids what it is that makes them so sad
The media has all apathy for all who die
It must be the cameras that make them want to shout and cry