Cough drop...corn crop...
Things I see through an ink blot
Mom, I don't belong in this place
My face is scarred from side effects
Medicinal principles
Love that's conditional
Loathing the day for it's layout of pills
Controller on a roll
My leash is taut y'know?
A heap of black sin on a sunny complexion
Expressions of mine never make the connection

You're killing your son (I concur)
You're spilling his blood (murderer)

A lack of conviction visible,
hides not the knicks and dents
Making things worse with improvement
Nervously laughing to maintain illusions
Cursing well-being with plundering plights
Perpetually wrong, yet fixated on "right"
A demeanor of arrogance, classical crime
You belong in the zoo that you've placed your boy into