Carcinogen Paradise from Babylon by Peregrine

Lost messiahs fallen in an early grave
City of Lost souls, city of the grave
Dance of the dead in empty streets
Stain of your pain on bedsheets
Don't care about your health enough to get well
You never open up but the meds tell
The Lost cry their cycle from a prison cell
And we put them there, as we know very well

Mum and dad disappointed
You didn't go where they pointed
Cards on the table spell hope
But you've reached the end of this slope
Try to find music to help you cope
Or a superhero trope
Insult the pope

Carcinogen paradise
Cars, ocean, parasites
Conspiracy generation
Timidity, parental separation
Sadness with strangers
Madness derange us
Sex arrange us
Pests degrade us

Mum and dad no longer together
Leave the place to which you tethered
Spread wings, you haven't got feathers
Think your laughing but you're chained to your fetish
And the end it comes for the best of us
They promote minorities and forgot about the rest of us
Now young boys kill and pester us
And themselves, but no standard to measure us
Your friends have grown farther apart
Standing all alone in the dark
Looking for a spark, or an ark
For the oncoming flood, lark
Calling doom for a generation spent
Wasted and left
While your friends decide what words they most associate with and which ones cause the most offence
And they push you away because you make the most sense
And your neighbour is tense
You can't speak to anyone anymore, they might sense your on the fence on issues of defence,
or Mike pence
or islands of ignorance, of time spent
Poorly
Netflix and YouTube on, surely
You never turn them off now,
Adam in your mind, calling you to be better
But lucifer calls you to a new adventure

Carcinogen paradise
Cars, ocean, parasites
Conspiracy generation
Timidity, parental separation
Sadness with strangers
Madness derange us
Sex arrange us
Pests degrade us

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Trap
• bedroom pop
• emo
• indie pop
• pop
• Perth