Give Those Kids A Cigarette

Give those kids a cigarette
For a modern child's face harbors our own regrets
They have to face these things we create
These horrible, twisted, nightmarish fates
Don't sit back and Judge them, give those kids a smoke
A world on which we created for us is a world on which they will choke
And who are we to sit and judge these kids while they are trying
Trying to learn what this world is about while they are quickly dying
And who are we to hold the truth from a child who just wants to know
What the hell were we thinking when we made this life and where will it all go
How can we show these children the "Ropes"
When we know in our hearts that there is no hope
How can we teach them Right from Wrong when we don't know the way ourselves
But we can still try to teach them these things and build more prison cells
A Prison of Schools, a prison of college
A Prison of Society, a prison of Knowledge
And lo we are calling them "beasts"
These "Beasts" that grew on society's "feasts"
Feasts of Violence, Murder, Stagnancy
Feasts of Illusions, Abuse, and Hypocracy
Who are we to call thses kids "mentally ill"
When we're the ones who taught them how to kill
And we are so perfect? How arrogant!
We are the teachers of Ignorance
Who are we to give them the Blame
For our constant mistakes when we are not sane
So go ahead and work on Ridiculous "Priorities", I'll be busy crying
Crying for these poor damned kids while they are quickly dying
I'll give them the truth and cigarette
And tell them this world is of my regret
I'll tell them the truth and let them bathe in their sorrow
Bathe in the truth that there is no tomorrow
I'll tell them that it's not their fault I do my best to try
Try and tell what we have been hiding; the truth that they will die

We could have done more.
		What were we thinking?
			We've given them a ruined world