Bullets

Small, frail children in the park
carving names into the bark
Plans they whirl around in elder heads,
Plans on stuffing others up with meds

Whether you use pills or pure imposition
manipulation is the way
choose means according to your disposition
so everybody may be gay

As they grow up you slowly load the gun,
deprive from innocence and twist the fun
You stuff a little kitten in a jar
so its body and its soul you mar
It's basically the same
Almighty Man!

Prudent, sane
Profit is your game
A thousand lives used up so far
A thousand pennies added to the jar
Bite off the meat,it's a hot cheese bun
You always hit a man right after you stun

Small,frail children are now teens,
unfixed as so often it seems
Turned to bullets through the world's cruel means
Load the barrel,pull and watch the flicker beams

They die away,perish in the dust,
as they are metal, they have rust
A bullet fired, a lawyer hired
a grave to dig, a sated pig.

Turn away and plug your ears
before they fill you up with fears
In their hands you are only dough
They're brainfucking at your door
No pills will help you get remorse
more and more dulling discourse

A child loaded in a gun
Shoot at society
It may be fun