Poster Paints

The children lay dead in broad daylight,
Killed by a generation that were too polite.
They forgot what it was to live a life,
Passed it on to their kids and spread the strife.
And they sneered as the children choked on it all,
Shrinking the voices of those already so small.
Captured by the abundant rules,
We raised a generation of fools.

To be a sheep is an admirable trait,
In this fucked up day and age.
Sometimes I swear we're not on the same page,
Cus of a barrier created by the gap in age.

Why do you need to look down on me?
Cus I'm younger don't mean I don't deserve to be free.
I'm living my life without your petty constraints,
Scribbling out my life in poster paints.
Sometimes dull and drab, in black white and grey,
But the boringness is over in less than a day.
Bright yellow, neon green, canary yellow and blue.
My life is unique, I'm not following you.

To be a sheep is an admirable trait,
In this fucked up day and age.
Sometimes I swear we're not on the same page,
Cus of a barrier created by the gap in age.

I creep in slowly, watch your nightmare-wreaked sleep,
I know you aren't happy, I know you weep.
I'm sorry for everything, you weren't meant to cry,
And watching your sadness makes my happiness die.