You resolve your problems with violence and anger
A sea of bloody red
You are the models of our future
Still we mustn't follow your path
We Must realize that a rose is better without thorns
And a cat without claws
I resolve my problems with anger and violence
Somehow now it's wrong
I should know better then to brandish my thorns
I should learn to clip my claws.
You expect my words to be syrupy sweet
But syrup causes cavities
The truth hurts but worse so, do lies.
