Play.

Children go out and play...

When they grow up...they'll learn to masturbate.

That's why they're always late.

Coming to the dinner table with their plate.

Go and choke on a piece of cake.

Or go drown in the lake...

No food for you.

You disobeyed your mother's rules.

Those closed doors are children crying in their rooms.

Growing up and learning more.

You'll start to think they are worthless trash...

If you have no kids you must be glad.

Haha, virgins...

Watch them all play their sexual games..

Always get high or runaway...

See different color condoms in their rooms...

Oh well...you tried...you lose..

You'll get pregnant real soon...

Go die for goodness sake...

Maybe you'll find dead babies in the lake.

All the money will be passed on to me...

The money I shall take...

Oh pain is bittersweet...

All the children's blood I shall keep...

All the liquor I will buy and drink...

Call me crazy or a freak...

When it's time for me to die...

I'll die in peace...

“That's the story of, that's the glory of love.”