Unlucky state only meant to displease
A forced upon environment not meant for children
Unwanted hate and cruelty is going to kill them
The outcast yes the unlucky few
You saw them get hurt and didn't care yes they knew
Say one thing to your face next day it's a lie
I'll give you some truth you make them want to die
It's a crime you commit everyday
You tear the down with those wicked words you say
It's socially acceptable to commit genocide
That's all this is it's the facts you can't hide
Separated, segregated, bullied, and teased
The horrible way you treat people must make you quite pleased
Sleeping soundly with no nightmares around
Stimuli are to real saviors that are no where to be found
You wake up and smile occasionally sigh
I fall asleep drowning as I cry
