43 Misfits.

Surrender all the alchohol,  
Lie it centerstage.  
Give it to the misfits,  
We will re-wire their brains.  
  
They must be what we desire,  
They can not be misunderstood.  
They must do all we require.  
They can not like the feel of blood.  
  
These misfits will no longer be introverted,  
These misfits are being reset,  
They were over-exposed to the perverted.  
  
43, all in all,  
43 empty heads walk through these halls.  
43, full in full,  
43 bodies without faces, drowning in the pool.  
  
43 heads shaved,  
All brainwashed to be the same.  
Someday they will each be paved,  
Into a different governmental game.  
  
Give them numbing till they're quiet,  
Sleep them all in bags  
Include poison in the diet.  
Make them scrub with rags.  
  
They love the poison,  
They love the kills,  
They love to bury bodies,  
They all love eating pills.  
  
Of 43 misfits,  
Mainly good people,  
You made 43 monsters,  
All rather weak, rather feeble.  
  
They all finally cracked,  
Except the one,  
The leader of the former pack.  
This gang is done.  
  
Were 43 lives worth all this trouble?  
They all have knives buried in the rubble.  
Was all this worth the spray paint on the city hall?  
The goverment was surely happy with the deaths and all..  
  
Take the leader to the lake,  
Take him to his soggy grave.  
Put him at gunpoint,  
Light him one last joint.  
Your mission you failed,  
These misfits are dead,  
And the last is impaled.  
  
You give him a shot to the back of the head.  
His skull deflects like metal, It ricochets,  
And now sweetie, YOU'RE dead.  
He flew away, light as paper mache..  
  
To this very day,  
Crows tell the story,  
Of 42 misfits, who died surely.  
To this very day,  
Ravens screech the story,  
Of an undefeatable misfit,  
Who fought battles, gory.