so, did you hear the news
about the wasted youth?

their fragile little lives
taken with regretful truth.

they were such nice boys,
such young, nice, boys.

snatched from right jaws of adulthood.
never to view their fruits of labor

oh lord, how could a tragedy like this
happen in such a quaint little town?

our deafeningly quiet little town.

home to the future leaders of tomorrow
the ones that were going to get real big

big and strong, smart and rich
wake up, and piss excellence.

just look at all they have done for this society

i mean, i'm just so shocked
we've been ever so careful

in raising doves
we've bred wolves

so tell me lord:
where have we gone wrong?

tell me who should deserve
a mournful sentence like theirs

written on some scrapyard stone
sinking in a middle class sea

so calm, and serene

and if you listen close
you can hear it.

nothing.

this place
and its people

so very silent.

how will we ever
move on without them?