On Being A Bastard

Farewell, friend, until tomorrow where you
Are still nitpicking our diets and names
The potential is still there yet
It's somehow unexpected, I'll show you

Courage, if you show me
Responsibility, something lost
Long ago

In trying to please everyone
In pleasing ourselves
If it feels good, it (must be right)

So tell me, what's a child? A fetus or kink
In sexual revolution and what am I?
A threat, a kink
In political consistency

More name games and more personal choice
So where is mine? Or are you to deal me
Such luxuries

Call me
What I
Am and
Mean every word

Be prepared to take yours
You see you're not alone
I'll show you responsibility if you show me reasoning
Something you never possessed
You always coveted anger and vengeance
But for what?
One less bite, one less burden
I'm sick of being the bastard

Keep your fight
And know I will keep mine
Keep your fight
I will keep mine