Puke for the Youth - Child Bite

What’s so great about a better, brighter future?

What’s in it for me?

Your spawn will be your fine;

what’s mine is mine

I refuse to dig my own grave

I realize that I was taught as a child

But I still don’t see the point

Your spawn will be your fine;

what’s mine is mine

Let’s keep the competition at bay

Right into their eyes & their ears & their mouths

Your end is now near yet you don’t make a sound

These kids think that I’m gonna just hand over the keys

Teach them how to do what I do, but better

Steal my life, hang me out to dry

Like some walking corpse roaming in an empty parking lot

The cycle is real, the cycle is long…

The cycle is wrong

Insecurity tightens the grip of my cold, dead hands

As if my hoarding ways ignore the limits of the beyond

This is post-mortem puke for you