Youth and Its Burden

Bloody tip of hatred Stabbed between the ribs Again and again and again Don't forget the look of fear Passion and honor It's all very brave It's all very brave It's all very clear Youth is cheapened By Mars[?] at his worst Frustration never felt so fucking good You set the price with the seeds of regret The seeds of hope are dying or dead In time the price is paid Suffer through the blame Makes it harder to awaken Day after day The seeds of hope are dead or dying Where do we go from here? I will rise above it all I will rise above it all