Tiny room of suicides,
The broken place of maimed minds.
Crippled population craving for attraction.
Blinded by a stupid sample,
New kidz show how they cample.
Better escape the world like this,
But don't I run away and miss
Its harmony, tranquility and beauty
As they show how their skills in shooting.
The sadness of the Earth accumulates
In weak people. Appreciate your soulmates.
They can't fight and wash the fears away,
Leaving their empty lives to stay in gray.