Are all lies Under surveillance Woven tapestries By demand Spoken in hot lights Everyday Reality TV Little white children Takes me farther from Taught to die for The Truth ancestors with no feelings Once we worried of privacy Waves of empathy Now I want you to see Flood my night Every shit I take Leaving puddles of pity And I’ll be angry And understanding If you don’t see The smoke in my lungs This Big Bad World Won’t let me Scared me breathe the sun So just keep me Children of another mother Interneted Do not exist And hide me Entertain I can’t handle the TRUTH The thoughts That everyday That we are ONE I let this be All children are all we are My world With big guns The vultures run And ideals of the highest The slaughterhouse Junkie And I just want to be fed.