The kids are all alright Just give them some time With every passing day They begin to fade When he was in eighth grade He began to change To the devil incarnate Inside his brain He began to throw himself In front of the entirety of hell So he could feel something Besides emptiness So he stuck it in So he could feel something Stuck it in his mouth So he could love himself But it didn't work at all Now he sits and crawls And stalls to reach the door To where he needs to be Where he needs to be Where he needs to be Where we need to be Where he needs to see Finally at the edge of Everything at once Find it in my soul And kiss it off my lips I am only growing now You let me down