Toadstool

[Verse 1] How's a kid supposed to fly Chained into the afterlife? Hollowed out vacuous youth How's a kid supposed to be Hanging heavy in a tree? Emptied out and punctured through and through [Verse 2] I can't hardly wait to see Vicious tribes roaming free Powerful and potent through and through This is how things seem to be Will of leaders will proceed A war upon the righteousness of youth [Verse 3] Living how you're supposed to be Carry on with dignity Ignorance is tired after all Once the men realize Bulging in their bloodshot eyes The torment and the wickedness extinct