Torture the boy because you don't understand
Leaves bruises so he'll remember the back of your hand
Laugh at him till he cries and push him again
When he puts a gun to your head will you be laughin then
When he pulls the trigger what will you do to him them
The "funny" things you do come back to you
And ripples will form a new kind of truth
The media can call him crazy till it doesn't make any sense
At the very same time they're recreating a fence
They'll ridicule him and say you didn't deserve to die
But he didn't take your life, you commited suicide