#1
I haven't cried in ages
Now waves soak these pages
My slim chance of a future
Drowning within cages
Perfect products of positive parents
Performing past their piss-poor parameters
I'm forced to share it, I can hardly bear it
Title me as a scholarly traitor

Sing me a song, oh you can't?
Who won the war? Ah, a mindless rant
Did you ever see the one that mattered
Or was your narrow mind in their moral sand?
Precious people planning pointless parties
For preparing paragons of pernicious perspicacity
He worked so hard, his mind so hearty
Yet its funny how he never seemed very witty

Cry, son, cry
But don't go gentle, don't go die
Your time will come, though not tonight
Don't lose sight, fight, son, fight

Look at me, here's my life
Raising you and getting by
You're all I've got, its why I try
Make me proud, put down the knife

Cry, son, cry
But don't go gentle, don't go die
Your time will come, though not tonight
Don't lose sight, fight, son, fight
#3
"Precious people planning pointless parties"

somehow i missed this...

also nice