it's what you were raised with
it's what you know
the angels are drunken
the stars hidden beyond the neon glow

no white light to bring you home
a tiny infant born into a world unknown
your mother goes back to a world of coke
your father is hooked on a broken note

bets are made as to where you'll end up
the worlds next serial killer
or a child that disappears into the thunder
of the screaming in the apartment below

high hopes for you will never be great
to overcome such a terrible fate
a child in the womb not even breathing air
will be born into her parents chilling war