No Orphanages
Right now just fuck my mood
Chain-smoke, exhale on through
Good fuck this will sound rude
But you need to hear this truth
See, I can see right through
Cus I untied my noose
Clearly oblivious to love and trust
That's desperate for you
I cry alone with them
I feel their deepest sigh
A flakey, sobbing mother
In 10 years, her kids dagger eyes
A bastard making his, sons bastards
Faster with
An insulin syringe
I can't take much more of his cringe
Ears, 7"8 Inch plugs and
31 Gauge needle tips
7 And 8 are your kids
But dog food means more than them
These are people we all know
Depressed away are their souls
And yeah they don't even care
And for their kids it ain't fair
Now they are just ghosts
Passing time painting their
Black, nameless gravestones
"Help us helpless victims! Help us
Rid our helplessness"
If god really did give a shit and not
Just wills to live, then
Philosophers wouldn't exist
And there'd be no more
Orphanages
Her mom, a crack whore
Is on the floor
Looking for a fucking dime
That she lost last night
What the fuck do you think those kids
Are gonna think of you in thirty
Years?
Chain-smoke, exhale on through
Good fuck this will sound rude
But you need to hear this truth
See, I can see right through
Cus I untied my noose
Clearly oblivious to love and trust
That's desperate for you
I cry alone with them
I feel their deepest sigh
A flakey, sobbing mother
In 10 years, her kids dagger eyes
A bastard making his, sons bastards
Faster with
An insulin syringe
I can't take much more of his cringe
Ears, 7"8 Inch plugs and
31 Gauge needle tips
7 And 8 are your kids
But dog food means more than them
These are people we all know
Depressed away are their souls
And yeah they don't even care
And for their kids it ain't fair
Now they are just ghosts
Passing time painting their
Black, nameless gravestones
"Help us helpless victims! Help us
Rid our helplessness"
If god really did give a shit and not
Just wills to live, then
Philosophers wouldn't exist
And there'd be no more
Orphanages
Her mom, a crack whore
Is on the floor
Looking for a fucking dime
That she lost last night
What the fuck do you think those kids
Are gonna think of you in thirty
Years?
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Writer(s): Thaison Tower
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