By Birth and Being

Bent to complacency
And lay flowers on my distress
Strip every sense of what is
Human from my being
Take the joy from youth
Give them a piece,
Sense of power or despair,
And watch the boys rot to men

By birth and being

Their burdened gifts of time
The rarest moments to reflect
Oh I can't recall
The wrong I've done
It's fleeting me
But I remember you,
My vengeful truth
Hold us starving,
Baren, folded, and abused

By birth and being

The blur of television
Or the blunt incision
Of materialism
To medicate our loss
A loss of self
In all the shit we're dealt
Savage by law
Savage convictions
Savages by birth and being

By birth and being



Credits
Writer(s): La Clika
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