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