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all these inanimate places feel like there changingthe kids are lined up on the wall like they're ready to diehis arms ascend [?] its like they just rearranged themwe're all caged up like animals, questioned and ready to cry'cause i was just thirteen when i got my first taste of dangerstanding by the church i had a bottle and a pen in my handi said "father, i'm sorry, i just don't know what to do with this anger"misbehavior is correctable, i know this wasn't part of you planbut little fucks like us we were always receiving instructionand you could burn our cloths you could wash out the ink and the dyebut you can't look me in the eye and say you don't feel like a little destructionand the kids are lining up on the wall and they're ready to die [x2]all these days just seem like they're getting longerthe view from my room, its a gloomy and over cast daythe weakness we left it behind seems to be getting stronger i swear theres something in the air and i don't know what anyone could say'cause i saw the news this morning there was nothingand a boy the side of the road he had a gun in his handi thought oh what could you say to make it ever make sense to his motheroh man he was excitable, we were just trying to make him a manbut the day will come when it falls like a cheap house of plasticand the cards that were dealt will be tossed like a stone in the skyand you can only lie for so long before you get something drasticand the kids are lined up on the wall and they're ready to die [x2] From Letras Mania