and we are young but we are
burning, we are starting our own stories,
and they are written in blood and
they are swallowing our souls
/
we are children who grew up with
death as a bedtime story like it
is an honor
/
that new grave is not a
punishment, no
it is how you need to leave this earth
with a spear in your side
and eyes wide open pleading for
one more battle in your heart
/
you were born for nothing and
you have lived for nothing so
make sure that you die for
something
/
we are fresh skin and modern
chances to sink one more
arrow into flesh and laugh
behind screams during television
in a place where
generations have lived lies
/
wake up from this nightmare
and look at us, we are broken people,
your life is a looking glass
and the reflection is underwater
/
monsters come in bright hair
and deceiving smiles
and a society that feeds on
the inventions of the past
/
wake up.