Beautiful Stories for Ugly Children

There is doom in the words of the fallen Blinding the minds, of the young There are truths in the lies of forgiveness Fall down and worship the sun Fall down Inspiration A storm is coming to hell with redemption Save yourself and hear the word of the

Let your promise deflate, As your children grow irite With life, here inside, say goodbye In time, you'll have to face up to this Dying human race machine you prize, Your demise... Is such the pill to swallow Echoed, your words ring hollow, still You