To create, pa** on, pa** on
What’s mine, now yours, pa** on
Written in stone, no longer in sand, pa** on
Pa** on, to create
To grace, what’s mine, now yours, I’m gone, pa** on
To create, create, pa** on, pa** on
What’s mine, now yours, I’m gone, pa** on, create, create, in stone
Now sand, I’m gone, pa** on
To grace, pa** on, in stone, pa** on
All mine for yours, pa** on
To give all, give all, pa** on
Next mine, now gone, pa** on
To grace, pa** on
To grace, pa** on
Give all, give all, give all, give all to
My children
Ain’t got no mother
Came from my temple, all, when I thought them
My children
I never loved them
Why feel that way when their existence is my business?
My children
They never listen
Vaped in the brain, feral vessals of my self-interest
My children
They are the future
Good luck with the mess I left, you innovators
My children
Pay dividends
Vomit and rage spewing forth in the drive-thru
So don’t lean on me man
’cause I ain’t got nothing to give
To my children
My children – they’re right behind you
My children – they’re gonna beat you
My children – if you let them
Oh, oh, my children