No one will hold us tonight
  Birth is the start of our plight.
  Just when we know we are right,
  The rules change, and we have to fight.

  Left minded children we're born
  To a right handed world of fate.
  Between a pencil and a sword we're torn,
  To starve or put green on the plate.

  Animals die every day.
  From begging, they're wasting away.
  Exposure to things lies can't hide.
  Makes the very best choice suicide.

  Spun naked and free from the cruel,
  We learn that our face is a tool
  For evading the theft of our jewel,
  To make the wise and the pauper our fool.

  Crayon over pencil in morning.
  Oil over water at night.
  Blackout your pad without warning,
  Someone must remember it's white.

  Animals die every day.
  From begging, they're wasting away.
  Exposure to things lies can't hide,
  Makes the very best choice suicide.