The Coddled Kids are living on their fragile lies
Caught up with their kitsch suburban suicides
Pleasured by the pressure to just succumb
To obedience till they resent who they've become
They start to seek the chic mystique when they're alone
In their isolated antiquated quite homes
Ecstatically escape the fate they're burdened by
They'll take a hit now they can't quit until they die
And I'm so sick of it
Yeah no one can admit
That this how it should end
Do we have to pretend
That he looks like a man
I just call him my friend
Or I would but I can't
I don't mean to be crass
But get the fuck off your ass
Since you're gathered en masse
Raise your rose colored glass
If you wanna pretend
Your bratty boys and gaudy girls are so good
Personified perfection of your parenthood
I bet you never thought they'd end up like you
The cynical citizens who can't take the truth
They're Coping with a codone to ease the pain
Synthesize and sodomize your tired brains
They'll internalize parental lies and get hooked too
Then the coddled kids are laid to bed at 22
And I'm so sick of it
Seeing kids in the shit
Now they're a part of the trend
Do we have to pretend
That he looks like a man
I just call him my friend
Or I would but I can't
Drop dimes on his eyes for me
Lining up just you wait and see
Just another plague to society
Guess who's next
Guess who's next it's me!
Drop the facade that disguises your shame
For if placed in their shoes you would end up the same
Your tongues are all forked from withholding intention
You profess your sorrows, but you fail to mention
You filled all your glasses with a life that ran crimson
You sip at it now with rose tinted admissions
You chose to ignore him till he cried out to the end
So don't sit here now and don't fucking pretend
Do we have to pretend
That he looks like a man
I just call him my friend
Or I would but I can't
Do we have to pretend?
Do we have to pretend?
Do we have to pretend?
Do we have to pretend?
I'm next you're next we're all fucking next