Wrists bruised from the cuffs–cops got too rough
Spit through your bluff cause I’ve had enough
Children chewed up by the system
Parents don’t ever miss ’em
Eyes glisten like some twisted Christmas
Father’s all business with his schizophrenic mistress
You ever seen a princess with a hit list?
It’s cold in their cell like the lowest level of hell
Demonized fallen angels sent to dwell
Yellow wrists tempt the nature of a pacifist
Traumas fester within then bubble up like a cyst
What’s on your twisted wish list, kid?
Revenge? The end? More meds?