Cares not that the hypocrisy starts,
Are masked Polaroid's of empty hearts,
And brains infested day and night,
Behind lying glass and utter fright.
Reaping destruction and daises all at once,
I'm in the corner, my buddy's the dunce,
With criticism at our boot heels,
No one cares how the bad kid feels.
Move along now, move along,
As cattle in these empty halls,
I hear no cool in your stride,
I see no revolution in your pride.
The dresser top cradles silver spoon,
Her chain glinting off the moon,
But there's always mother, see
Oh sweet leafe, don't let me be.