The Adulthood Theory

The older you grow, ironically, the more "childish" you seem to become.

One day we will become the adults
Lose all logic in the end
Ever since we are born
We are drowned in mixed colors

In order to prepare and withstand
The future that is to consume us
Presenting the adulthood theory
This is what adults are made of:




Cram the textbooks into a limited cranium
Only to forget and depend on the next generations
Making up profound rules, perverting them in due time
Whatever you feel like will be what you become

Listen to only yourself, ignore what others suggest
That is the key to finding real happiness
In order to make it, embrace your pills and your drugs
Even if that's what will kill you in the very end

“Don't let the children hear this or they will become corrupt”
Says those who do nothing but spit blasphemy

“Wait until they're grown up
Then hit them with all you've got
That's the reality of this world
That they must take part in"


Year by year, and day by day
They like to play pretend
Painting wrinkles and mustaches
On their dirty faces of disdain

Complaining and resisting all control
Begging for things that will eat them whole

Forgetting, forgetting
Forgetting what even keeps them alive

He and she and this and that
Are mislabeled chemical reactions
Their thoughts and heartbeats
Are blown from dust mites in the mind

Greediness, selfishness
This is what adults are made of



Drawing out dumb rumors, never saying “sorry”
If they don't agree, then shoot and leave them to die
Playing with planes and missiles, careless with their toys
Come in, let's talk, my house is made from candy

I don't understand it! All I hear is nonsense!
That's right, all they stand for is mental poisoning
According to my calculations, there is one cure for this epidemic
Beaware of the lies they spun from their fever fantasies


As follows:

Wrong is good
Good is bad
There is nothing
Worth living for
Poison is blood
Lust is love
Build up your
Monopolies
Man is God
Heaven is hell
The defected ones
Should die as well
And last of all
These frugal children
Do not know
A single thing



“Why keep trying to put life in old rotting corpses?”
Says those who became nothing but vile monsters

Those teens did nothing wrong
They're becoming new adults
It's a sign of growing up
So start the revolution 



Year by year, and day by day
They like to sit and scream
Shrieking over remote controls
Broken dolls and broken dreams

Never respecting one another
Throwing tantrums one after the other

Gimme it, gimme it,
Gimme what I was born to have

He and she and this and that
Are not qualified as human
Underneath that ugly skin
An animal is what lies within

Ignorance, foolishness
This is what adults are made of




Statistics show that at an alarming rate
More are succumbing to this disease
Shriveled spines bent at the ground
Um, are your teeth falling out?


“Stop, you know nothing of this world you see,”
Says those with fog smeared in their glasses lens
“Just eat, drink, and be merry all your sad life”


“Your whole existence was merely an accident”


These adults think they're grown up
But here's what they're made of
Utter childish nonsense



Yet they call me immature



Year by year, and day by day
They laze around and engorge on
What is fed directly to them
In TV screens and candy wrappers

Only caring for their own sake
Never focused when they are awake

Loitering, loitering,
Loitering in the same place everyday

He and she, snot-nosed and drooling
Whine for the medicine
But if I told them where to find it
They never believe me anyway

Depravity, insanity,
This is what adults are made of