The ones that you called freaks
Multiplied like rabbits
And spread like a disease

They used to be different
Unique in style of clothes
But now they hang in a posse
Drenched in sub-par prose

The all wear excessive amounts of black
And listen to music that honors demise
They are in to new age religions
Saying their bi to take their parents by surprise

We all had a time where we fought against tyrants
But now there is a bunch of 12 year olds
Wearing a shirt that says "I Scare My Parents"

Whatever happened to breaking the mold?
Never dying not even when you're old?
And standing out in the crowd

Its everywhere you go now
Your children are typecast
As losers, stoners and slackers
All of whom left back
Their inviduality at the door

In the world we choose to live in
This song seems quite mundane
A social commentary
Written free of pain
No totured soul screaming out for light
No angel whispering, to you a sweet goodnight
Just a singer with a song to humm

Its a pandemic of our time
Razor blades dipped into lyme
They bury themselves from the wrist up
Nothing to say 'til it runneth over the cup

Whatever happened to breaking the mold?
Never dying not even when you're old?
And standing out in a crowd

The state of it is saddened
Not because of they dark they carry
But by their only color is in their veins

And I'm afraid you'll find them dead
Lying bloddied in their bed
With a note that said
"I just wanted to paint the world red"