Exclamation, defamation
on the face of 15 youths.
Your time has come and passed you,
now you're blinded by the truth.
A thousand fingers pointing
in the way of your direction.
Laughing now they'll heckle you
into a world of misconception.
Jumping through a rusty web,
of spiders snakes and nails
guiding you along the path
and nearly off the rails
Get off my back, you're useless,
all these voices in my head.
Your advice has shown me nothing
but to wish that i was dead.
Confrontation, damn youth nation,
Always drugging out your life.
The only choice that's let for you
is picking up your knife.
Your father said to get a job
and your mother told you to care.
Instead, you grew yourself a fringe
and put black colour in your hair.
Get off my back, you're useless,
All these voices in my head.
Your advice has shown me nothing,
but to wish that i was dead.
Written 15/12/2006
Lyrics/Poem is property Shane Michael Finney.
