| Gob: Reign on your Parade|
The IQ Test a Gob Member Failed
Reign on your Parade
Fractured life your silence heard.
Itís what you didnít want
What others didnít see.
Painful past youíd rather die
Than try to explain how it hurts inside.
Donít you think their futureís filled
With dire problems?
You clench your fist you close your eyes.
Donít point the blame
You might find yourself the same.
You terrify you dare deny
This poor kidís life
Thereís not much more to identify
When somethingís wrong
The end is near
Thereís not much more that i can do.
You took it all,
Their innocence left behind
With scars and shameful tears.
It doesnít need to be this way
It seems that it will never go away