Shapeless Shades Of Yesteryears

Polluted minds of our youth
Only MP3's and games they need
Humiliated by teachers they weep
And load shotguns of hate

Eat, kill and repeat
It's what they are thought
Misery runs within family
There goes our blue sky

Shapeless shades of yesteryears
Are burnt in their scarred brains
Some more shapeless than other
Shades of red stains still remain

Some of these young soul will fly
Others just get high in soup kitchen
There personalities are molded
Give me hammer to fix them