Good morning little child,
sun is up, another day is starting new...
you may be a little wild,
we shall fix that by the time this day is through...

You've got no choice, and have no voice
or will, out here...
You're no more then a tool, a fool
a doll, out here...
You've got no friends
and have no foes
so you feel safe.
But then, no soul
you have no goal.
A pretty grave.

Good morning little insect,
and how were your dreams or nightmares were tonight?
You are the freak, the deflect of society,
and one that you can't fight...

You'll loose your sanity, your mind,
your truth out here...
We'll help you to get rid of
all you were, out here...
And when you're tired
give no rest
so you will fail.
Your body weakens
with the time.
Another nail.

Good morning little child, and good day...