Fly Away

Lemon, lemon,
Lemonade
Sweet soda
Wewi bubbling
Those teeth marks
On my water bottle
I carry someone else's son
Pretend I'm not a nazi abortionist
A punk dictator
Baby murderer
A dying soul
Doomed, cursed
I smile next to a yellow cage
To a yellow species
I tell him about the rising of the sun
But every day goes down
And with the fall
I drown in the dark
Try not to choke
On the absence of smoke
Keep it on three
Keep myself free
But now I have gray