Child of the World
Oh, child of the world
You are so vain,
You sit in front of your mirror
And brush your time away
You flaunt yourself,
Pretend to have it all
Yet at the end of the day we both know
You have nothing at all
You pore over your magazines
Hating yourself
Always trying to be better than you are
Don't you know you'll never win?
You bring out your knife
To cut away the pain
Quite ironic,
Don't you think?
Oh, child of the world
Will you never understand?
Those drugs will not help you,
That knife will not heal you!
You will sit at your desk
And carve the pain into your skin,
All the things you hate
All the things you wish for
All things you want
All the things you lost,
Don't you know
They will not last?
Oh, child of the world
Your time is running out,
Christ is coming back
And you will be left out