Mental Warzone

Son why won′t you go to school you must get a job real soonOr else clean up you room grow up you god damn fool

We're ashamed our son is doomedHe′s possessed up in his roomSon quit that fucking noiseFrom now you're grounded

In a mental warzone in a mental warzone

It's all written in my hand I′ll be dead by midnightThey call him the reaper man he whispers in my mind

We′re ashamed our son is doomedHe's possessed up in his roomSon quit that fucking noiseFrom now you′re grounded

In a mental warzone in a mental warzone

In a mental warzone in a mental warzoneA mental warzone a mental warzone