Blameshifters Children
cover up the dry patches with an
overbearing sense of religion
kill your friends if thats what they're worth
society makes you feel like a jerk
children, whip them
children, kill them
take a minute to set a few things straight
then i'm done and we can go out and play
do the time that's time alone
i don't need testosterone she said
this is sick, i hate this shit
the words fall on the floor
turn away, from what is left
and you come back for more
