Pray For Our Sins, Cry For Our Lives
By KozMic BluEs
And all the children with the guns. And all the children with the knives. And all the children in their homes. Wishing they all had new lives. Sitting at computers writing morbid thoughts of death, Unbeknownst to them, their listeners are all deaf. Jimmy with your knife so sharp, Won't you slice your arm apart. Draw it higher, Slit your throat. Feel the blood flow, Choke Jim, CHOKE! Janice with your crying eyes, Noone loves you, you're despised. Load the gun, And aim it high. Pull the trigger, Die Jan, DIE! Rivers run red, With the youth of today. Seas will turn blood, From the youth of tommorrow. Written March 3rd, 2002 © on Mar 02 2002 10:38 PM PST 0 • 1
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"And all the children with the guns...."