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Cusp Child

Cusp child, wild child, cry child, fly
Sing child, breathe child, live child, die
Eat from my hand child, bow to my command child,
Wild child, why child? Live with the damned
Super—fast cars with beats in their boots,
Custom made leather shoes, from our labour to our fruits
Massacred mind from a television crime show, a lot of these things I just didn’t need know!
I’ve been wasted on greed, on the need to succeed
Wanting to teach what I don’t want to preach, wasting away in a morality breach!
Fuck child, luck child, do what you know. Don’t ever forget that you reap what you sow
And hope when the time comes fear will be undone
And at last child, our love will rise like the sun.

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