under the dirt the grass is my blanket
one with the earth..split amongst people
never to promise changes ,change is due
though respect is in love with evil
the youths reflection states Pain is true
I wait to soak up what will help me rise
I never move during the days or nights
just a poor situation in front of wealthy eyes
sit still to look for god I pray for sight
i'll make it through cause he won't tell me lies
imagine sitting with no clue of life
To forever agree with the cycle which has you tied
but things are unfair and what I love just goes
I hope my will powers rises up for growth
I will grow, minus physically thats my boat
yet a paddle would get stuck in this land
I'm delivering emotion.. this is pure heart
I won't pass with a stroke.. Do I have a heart?
all I see are roots with no choices involved
gripped so firm hear echoes with no voices involved
i'll remain a rebel because I fiend to grow
spiritually till my present is my dream evolved
looked down on covered in chains of the outsider
can't run,can't strike, can't explore the world
If God doesn't make mother cry I just Lay out dry
to soak in nothing.. which left me in sad need
I won't do this... I wish I had feet, I had wings
I had teeth, I had things, I had thumbs I had gums
But I don't isn't that beat? I refuse to grow
i'll just sit you fucking pricks'll hear sad shrieks
If I had guts they'd be chewed during a Mass feast
i'll never be one the word Glad feeds..
Under the dirt to forever hold my role as the Bad Seed
one with the earth..split amongst people
never to promise changes ,change is due
though respect is in love with evil
the youths reflection states Pain is true
I wait to soak up what will help me rise
I never move during the days or nights
just a poor situation in front of wealthy eyes
sit still to look for god I pray for sight
i'll make it through cause he won't tell me lies
imagine sitting with no clue of life
To forever agree with the cycle which has you tied
but things are unfair and what I love just goes
I hope my will powers rises up for growth
I will grow, minus physically thats my boat
yet a paddle would get stuck in this land
I'm delivering emotion.. this is pure heart
I won't pass with a stroke.. Do I have a heart?
all I see are roots with no choices involved
gripped so firm hear echoes with no voices involved
i'll remain a rebel because I fiend to grow
spiritually till my present is my dream evolved
looked down on covered in chains of the outsider
can't run,can't strike, can't explore the world
If God doesn't make mother cry I just Lay out dry
to soak in nothing.. which left me in sad need
I won't do this... I wish I had feet, I had wings
I had teeth, I had things, I had thumbs I had gums
But I don't isn't that beat? I refuse to grow
i'll just sit you fucking pricks'll hear sad shrieks
If I had guts they'd be chewed during a Mass feast
i'll never be one the word Glad feeds..
Under the dirt to forever hold my role as the Bad Seed