Can’t save the world can’t save the night
Can’t take the hurt that claims a life
But saving the day seems so easy in those books
And staying to play means reasons that were took
From children who’s first words were curse slurs
And from birth were lured to be the existence of blurred
Realities parents had them tag along to have a wrong
Moment apparent sad hymns they dragged to Babylon
As vagabonds in cuffs and chains attached to palms
And the holes in the feet crucified after qualms
And questions of psalms they were exceptionally strong
To bring together a human being from left over needles in straw
Thee needed a mom the needed a man with flaws
So perfect wasn’t mom tied off with a needle in her arm
So playing with the child gives every reason to them back
To be bad rebel and know that they’re worth more than gack
So remember child hood, remember imaginary friends
Remember dancing in the rain after it was time for bed
And remember late nights staying up til ten
And when you see one of those kids remember them
Being lonely at age four is the worst feeling a child can have
And living away from parents will have them fleeing from “dad”
It’s defense , I’ve lived it now I’m living after death
If depresses, I was given what I’m giving you ripping out my chest
Not savagely or sadly just acting as the dad in me
To you kids alone at heart to be able to give it back to me
Manufacturing my batteries that have me reenacting these
Moments that are saddening but need attention to what’s happening
No more “after these messages” because we’re pulling the plug
And we’re grabbing three companies and showing what’s up
It deserves to be heard for better or worse
Not showing letters of intent before the let heather hurt
It’s worse because Kevin was molested from an uncle by eleven
And Erin was hysteric when her parents told her Eric was the fairest
And these children with broken pasts shatter glass to get back
To the ones who started this and end up hanging in their traps