Chemical Bath
My mother she bathes me in a chemical bath.
It's much more fun than the putrid rain,
That showers down from the clouds above.
And stains my dirty face with its acid touch.
Mother,
She gives me a medicine meal.
The pills and the powders
Laid out for me,
In a fashionable way.
Arranged by size and color.
For easy consumption.
Mother she speaks with a robotic voice.
Her words they mean nothing human.
Dead pan.
Her cadence.
Her expression.
She says it makes her easier to understand.
But I,
I want not chemicals.
I,
I want not pills.
I,
I want not understanding.
I,
I want love.
But mother still gives me my chemical bath.
Beneath the acid rain.
And mother still speaks in her robot's voice.
Ever still the same.
And I,
I died from an overdose,
At the tender age of three.
See, chemical baths and pill-filled smiles
Are not a life to live.
It's much more fun than the putrid rain,
That showers down from the clouds above.
And stains my dirty face with its acid touch.
Mother,
She gives me a medicine meal.
The pills and the powders
Laid out for me,
In a fashionable way.
Arranged by size and color.
For easy consumption.
Mother she speaks with a robotic voice.
Her words they mean nothing human.
Dead pan.
Her cadence.
Her expression.
She says it makes her easier to understand.
But I,
I want not chemicals.
I,
I want not pills.
I,
I want not understanding.
I,
I want love.
But mother still gives me my chemical bath.
Beneath the acid rain.
And mother still speaks in her robot's voice.
Ever still the same.
And I,
I died from an overdose,
At the tender age of three.
See, chemical baths and pill-filled smiles
Are not a life to live.