Sons and Daughters

Look at your son's and daughters 
Staring straight in the face of a suicidal monster 
Taking pills and wine, such a good time to wash the scent of it's breath
The stench of blood and roses; bitter-sweet craze driven death
Buried six feet deep in the lethal Apple Orchard 
Buried underneath the thoughts that undergo anxious torture  
Sinking three feet deeper in the poisoned ether 
Pulling strings from my mind that have been tethered from the latter sinking deeper
Look at the stars that glimmer in the night 
Like little night lights, a skylight for the fright 
Of that suicidal monster that roams in the crevices 
Sleep tight, can't sleep when you're awake from the immense stresses
The stars should have shined a little brighter 
On their sisters and their brothers 
Sweet society; it's overprotective mother 
Controlling you
Controlling me
Like a puzzle piece we couldn't seem to put at peace 
Couldn't fit quite right so despair became an empty ocean 
Became the rage that became our destiny that fuels our emotions 
Society said conform so we walked into the poison orchard 
Bit the apple that could walk us into a lesser horror 
A gray that seizes us by claws that rip and tear and bite 
Rather than the black that seeded in us, the one that ripped out souls with wrong and right 
A boy looks in the mirror and he sees a battlefield, glass that's jagged  
Sees the outfits he's been forced to wear and the act; he's been run ragged 
The girl sees a line that runs without end 
How can we conform when it will not bend?
Sweet is the taste of the monster in the heart 
We tear ourselves apart to taste the first dewdrops of changed hearts 
Change society to the few and begin to see a change 
For now we'll feign numb to the world and numb to the inner pain