My dove.

An idle stall, in a idle world,
The gas pours out, fumes being unfurled.
The poison seeps and it creeps and seems
To penetrate your lungs, forced awaken dreams.

You sit and you think about shit, but you don't
Understand, the effect, it's like I speak in new dialect.
Dioxide cocktail, monoxide meal, wash it down,
With the future of children, not just in your town.

The wind pushes that shit to worlds away,
But you just stop, get your coffee to brighten your day.
Your ironic voice speaks into your careless cell,
you speak about terrorists, but you can't tell,
That if they don't kill you, you're going to anyways,
This shit isn't a joke, and it's not another phase.

And don't even start with your comeback argument,
I have a thousand years of research and death,
Just to prove I'd rather die overdosing on meth.
So stop ignoring this problem and passing it to,
Kids, your spawn, idling mowing your lawn.

So put down the pen and paper, the phone,
Get together and create the change, not alone,
We have a thousand more kids, hundreds of,
Unheard voices, looking to free their dove.