fingers swollen with aged pride
for the children who went to die
i only look to this suicide
as a way to escape all the lies

bleed sweet child
bleed and bruise
turn skin red
you've nothing to lose

teeth bared with anger strong
against the yelling, throbbing throng
of friends who weren't and stayed gone long
who showed you the very meaning of "wrong"

bleed sweet child
bleed and bruise
turn skin red
you've nothing to lose

except your life
but

that doesn't matter anyway