The Great Fairy Tale

Children of Children,
get weaker and weaker. 
Deep unforfillment,
shoved on a beaker.  

You're ganna get beat,
'cause I'm passing the buck.
Just eat some sweets,
and shut up.

 

Delivered by forceps,
or caesarian,
then you're force-fed,
by barbarians.

Your existence is sacred,
yeah true,
but if you wanna get naked,
you're told that it's rude.

A glimpse of mysterious,
legend and magic,
but when things get serious,
game over, you've had it.

There goes your free will,
as soon as you're taught,
to convert your feelings,
into ideas and thoughts.

Be a brave boy,
be a good girl,
'cause you're robbed of the joy,
when you enter this world.

Having the best time,
of your life, NOT.
You find your intestines,
in intricate knots.

Resentment and blame,
unopened hearts.
Suddenly the game,
get awfully dark.

Far from the miracle,
of the new-born,
it becomes superficial,
babies are the norm.

Parental conditioning,
now you're told how to act.
Just shut up and listen,
to the code of conduct.

Eat up your dinner,
in our compulsory prison.
You're just a sinner,
because you are living.

You're made to do tedious,
A, B, friggin' C,
when you are a genius,
quite blatantly.

You brake down in tears,
you cannot talk to strangers.
Conditioned to fear,
the whole world is a danger.

Laughter's forbidden,
hafta do wot we told ya.
There's no time for kidding,
it distracts you from torture.

You feel unimportant,
people colder than ice.
It's as if you're an orphan,
it's a hard nut life.

You think that you're crazy,
'cause big boys don't cry,
branded a baby,
as if it's a crime.

Strongly dis-encouraged,
to engage in fun.
Poorly under-nourished,
in more ways than one.

Now it is naughty,
to play simple games.
Disattachment from body,
'cus it holds so much pain.

Unless you can be Peter Pan,
and get higher,
then you're out of the frying pan,
and into the fire.

Kids become burdens,
their innocence robbed.
Only one thing is certain,
you're getting a job.

Pushed out of the nest and,
shoved out of the house.
Develop obsessions,
with what you put in your mouth.

As soon as you hit puberty,
that inner child,
and all of its beauty,
is forced into denial.

In receipt of conditional,
half-hearted love.
Too superficial,
so you go for the drugs.

Ripped from the playground,
forced into your head.
Next thing you lay down,
and open your legs.

Everyone's too shallow,
who enters your presence.
You're just a shadow,
of your true essence.

Anything natural,
is immediately killed.
You give up on the battle,
'cus you've been through the mill.

You carry the karma,
like you're stabbed with a knife.
You're been granted a soul drama,
for life.

Kids off the rails,
Dad's and Mums round the bend,
the great fairy tale.
comes to an END.