Many ask, if I'm high,
Many ask, if I'm low,
Many ask, why are you so happy?
And many ask, why are you so sad?
Lord of the Flies,
Trapped children will soon become,
Savages, corrupt, and will have their true survival instinct tested,
And how they act as individuals.
War child, war soldier,
I'm too young to go kill,
I have nightmares every night,
the flashbacks are so powerful.
Now that I am rehabilitated,
and feeling better.
I wish to be the spokesperson,
Why are you looking at me,
Yeah, just like that?
(Don't you know this hurts?)