young and indoctrined
pampered and sheltered
amputated from sleep

a crash from the outside
carefully groomed trees
the police have come home

walking through the bad decisions
the drunken phone calls
i shouldn't have heard
straining for solace
my only diversion is a cul-de-sac
and a borderline belting

me generation
now you've got a product
and the product is me
free thinking user
lower your suture
now look what you've got
me

fear and loathing
the angst that is unknown
waiting for my turn to come

he's throwing in portraits
damning the offspring
comign in on monolithics

I waver above as my body reels and bruises and moans on the floor
bones break open
I say nothing
the pain it lingers like chain smoke breath

trust
kiss it goodbye
deal with thew memory
rise above it