The Culling
Watching the children in the sun
Joy and wonder and laughter on their tongues
Eyes filled with the magic of the young
But their lives have just begun
Reality is so far away
If only it could stay this way
Their smiles mean all the world to me
Wish I could spare them from all the suffering
Save the special spark they have inside
To shield them from the pain that we all hide
Reality is so far away
If only it could stay this way
But the reality is this
That world can not exist
Marching forward, out of the way!
Move your ass! We're coming through
Middle fingers displayed proudly
"We're offended, how about you?"
Me too, you too, we're too fucked inside
His side, her side, my side... can't decide
God is out there somewhere
But I suppose he doesn't care
He never answers my prayers
If it's all up to us
I'll don my knife and gloves
Just hope you make the cut
It's time for the culling
Charging forward, out of our way!
Step aside or we'll shoot you
Angry faces displayed proudly
"We're still offended" Well, fuck you!
Protests, throw tests, blow tests fucked inside
He cried, she cried, they cried... no one died
God is out there somewhere
But I suppose he doesn't care
He never answers my prayers
If it's all up to us
I'll don my knife and gloves
Just hope you make the cut
It's time for the culling
It's time for the culling
It's time for the culling
Joy and wonder and laughter on their tongues
Eyes filled with the magic of the young
But their lives have just begun
Reality is so far away
If only it could stay this way
Their smiles mean all the world to me
Wish I could spare them from all the suffering
Save the special spark they have inside
To shield them from the pain that we all hide
Reality is so far away
If only it could stay this way
But the reality is this
That world can not exist
Marching forward, out of the way!
Move your ass! We're coming through
Middle fingers displayed proudly
"We're offended, how about you?"
Me too, you too, we're too fucked inside
His side, her side, my side... can't decide
God is out there somewhere
But I suppose he doesn't care
He never answers my prayers
If it's all up to us
I'll don my knife and gloves
Just hope you make the cut
It's time for the culling
Charging forward, out of our way!
Step aside or we'll shoot you
Angry faces displayed proudly
"We're still offended" Well, fuck you!
Protests, throw tests, blow tests fucked inside
He cried, she cried, they cried... no one died
God is out there somewhere
But I suppose he doesn't care
He never answers my prayers
If it's all up to us
I'll don my knife and gloves
Just hope you make the cut
It's time for the culling
It's time for the culling
It's time for the culling
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Writer(s): Ricky Stewart
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