Toadstool

[Verse 1]
How's a kid supposed to fly
Chained into the afterlife?
Hollowed out vacuous youth
How's a kid supposed to be
Hanging heavy in a tree?
Emptied out and punctured through and through

[Verse 2]
I can't hardly wait to see
Vicious tribes roaming free
Powerful and potent through and through
This is how things seem to be
Will of leaders will proceed
A war upon the righteousness of youth

[Verse 3]
Living how you're supposed to be
Carry on with dignity
Ignorance is tired after all
Once the men realize
Bulging in their bloodshot eyes
The torment and the wickedness extinct