Kids

Millions of the white and black...

Born into a space full of static...

Where's the leader?

...

A hole,

created for the cycle that is to be of life...

We raise the broken to become soot...

We raise the blessed to become angels...

We raise the devils to become lessons of the earth...

Then we push them down the hole...

Let them sink into their own sins...

Watching them swim for royalty...

Searching for diamonds and duets...

Maybe one day they'll find the map for it...

...

And when they see how dark the depths of the oceans are,

They will try to swim up for air,

But it'll already be too late...

The hands of life would've already grabbed their legs,

And pulled them down further...

To never return to the light that was once seen...

So it becomes memories...

...

When they learn to breathe without air,

Then the waves of lust crushes their bodies...

The density becomes too great,

And the mind simply can't resist..

The eye that holds the gold...

Brighter than the full moon at nights...

Where bones twist and bend for validation...

And hearts made of pomegranate mix into their veins...

Drowned by alcohol...

...

And when the seed is buried at the bottom of the ocean,

A new hole opens...

For the next generation...

To be raised the same way as the last,

But with different visions and eyes,

But under the same roof covered in sticky rain...

Where solitude is sitting next to the hole,

That was created for all...

Forever will their be...

Kids.