Warning Label

No need for piercing and tats
My pain goes deeper than that
My badges started before two years old
And they bore straight throught to my very soul

No I don't like leather and you know the reason why
I was bound and gagged, then taught not to cry
Can you hear a baby as his mentality is shattered
Taken to the limits like it doesn't even matter

Determined that he'ld be conformed and reformed
Viciously displined in case he decides to transform
Transform into anything they don't want him to be
Lets work together and create I Is Me

Make him pray to heaven so fucking much
Down on his knees in pain, that he finally gives up
Make him look down past the ground
On a metaphysical level is where hell is found

Let him smell fire and brimstone, shit feel the heat
Shit have him look at other humans as something to eat
Yes, teach him the oath and make him recite
Get him up off of his knees and teach him to fight

They say crimes are usually learned right at home
Let him take these motherfuckers and grind their bones
For each and every kick, for every fucking pound
We want to see that machete swing down

Lock into a frenzy as he looses his grip
Watch his eyes roll back as he bite into his lower lip
I Is Me is nutting all over himself, as he lets shit rip
Released upon society, with approach with caution, as the only tip