I was singing all the time never singing from my own mind. Barely ever words I liked would come through besides “Ave Verum”.
Chanting rhythmically every now and then a word would find its way in to my baby aura echoing the slightest word.
Everyday I went to chorus singing songs they picked out for us. Never singing from my heart. Now is when I'm going to start.
I will not shave to be your queen. I will not drink your cyber cream. I will instead live out my own dream. I will instead be my own queen; A child.
Are you looking to the future? Who cleans up this mess? They’re eating from styrofoam. Why are they so depressed?
In the bowels of baby boom where the televisions scream! Distracting concentration distorting the human dream.
Another war and everyone stares. No one complains here. No one really cares. Some later mocked and jeered as they glared. “Which abominator will it be the year? ” A child!
Children killing children over god.
Everyday I went to chorus singing songs they picked out for us. Never singing from my heart. Now is when I'm going to start.