Mawkish mother relegates her babe;nSent to bed because he can't behave.nLocked away with a hemlock thought,nx-ray shame and your brain in knots.nnFlailing father castigates his son;nMade to pay for what can't be undone.nLaying in wake with a silent god,nxy-shame and my wires crossed.nnnSomething must be really wrongnfor you to be this way.nIt's so sad to know you're gone;nTo know you're in such pain.nAnd I miss the way you used to be...nI miss you...so much.nnBrooding babies in recessive genesn(Jesus Christ) sickness stitched in between the seams;nStrolling lonely down the avenues,njunk-cut ways with pain the excuse.nnSomething must be really wrongnfor you to be this way.nIt's so sad to know you're gone;nTo know you're in such pain.nAnd I miss the way you used to be...nI miss you...so much.nnSometimes spacemen dream in black and white;nshutdown spectrum shows they're not quite right.nI hope that you dream in color tonight.