The Children of Society

Two of them had a daddy,
Who tended to help out his wife,
By always standing by her,
To violently ruin her life.

One of them loved his mommy,
Even past her death.
But hated that she left him,
In his sisters' cruel hands.
And to his daddy's hollow head.

One loved her daddy,
And her mommy too.
But loving them gets harder,
When they don't love you.
And they don't care who you fuck with,
And don't care who fucks you.

Of one the story is unknown,
No one knows,
If he'll ever tell.
And one just has so many,
It's become a literal hell.
A genius, a brilliant boy,
Covered in a bloody alloy.

One of them cared,
For her family.
But those she looked up to most,
Thought she would make a perfect toy,
And used it until it broke.

Some murderers, some violent.
All loving alcohol and drugs.
Some criminals, some dealing.
Some beating up others,
For their monthly bucks.

Some call us deranged,
Some call us insane.
Most of us refuse to whine.
It's no excuse,
But I think all of us,

Are just kids who grew up before their time.

We are the Children of Society.