No blanket

The bunks and collective goals
No space for an unknowner, butchered foal
No mercy or forgiveness, just numbing
Not a chance for the clumsy

Framers and conventions's animals scratch
believing them some form of vanguard in each match
pretending some unique new force and not an old layer of skin
Chewing their insults into us, we mere sins

I was rewarded a million times for my lack of performance
lack of courage and strangeness, puberty trance

Children listen
For as thoughts turn against you like injured ferrets
you will be stuck, lonely and desperate
and none may save you, they see you lame
stopping only briefly to observe your pain

No blanket will warm you
and the collective school energy will scorn you
You, child
The unknown living confusion and being torn

Seek only goodness
Despite their rotten evil
Never conform to any group
No collective piss pot will ever define you