Mental Warzone Lyrics

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