Lyrics Puke for the Youth - Child Bite

Puke for the Youth

What’s so great about a better, brighter future?
What’s in it for me?
Your spawn will be your fine;
what’s mine is mine
I refuse to dig my own grave
I realize that I was taught as a child
But I still don’t see the point
Your spawn will be your fine;
what’s mine is mine
Let’s keep the competition at bay
Right into their eyes & their ears & their mouths
Your end is now near yet you don’t make a sound
These kids think that I’m gonna just hand over the keys
Teach them how to do what I do, but better
Steal my life, hang me out to dry
Like some walking corpse roaming in an empty parking lot
The cycle is real, the cycle is long…
The cycle is wrong
Insecurity tightens the grip of my cold, dead hands
As if my hoarding ways ignore the limits of the beyond
This is post-mortem puke for you