Search results for 'Chronically Ill and Disabled Children'

Global Warming

Gojira

From Mars to Sirius

2006

of me?
Get out of here!

A world is down
And none can rebuild it
Disabled lands are evolving
My eyes are shut, a vision is dying
My head explodes

I hate chronically online children
All of them are fucking gay
All of them have fucking problems
Drama - all the way
I hate chronically online

ghost
I’m trying to help the lonely folks, the lost and undefended
The chronically ill, the disabled, the demented
That need empathy but instead they get

This Ain't Living

G. Love & Special Sauce

Rappin' Blues EP

street side
Beggars and disabled veterans
Glass-eyed and peddling
Drunk and just meddling
So you conclude it's their fault
They like the street they

benefits for disabled
Are cut by thirty pounds a week
Is this what you voted for?
Strong and stable kill the poor
Hospital corridors aligned with the ill

(Crystal sweet as pie, but life is already over)
(Unless some divine intervention takes place)
(The children are disabled, emotionally they are

consensus
So bring the Rexes from Texas, erect a fence to leave the Mexicans defenseless in trenches
Since when are children contentious?
Since when are

bomb 
And while the coca really sits on me and starts the hooking 
And while you legalize liquor, I'm drunk running down children 
And shovin' cocaine in

we're out of time
I will not let the wealthy take control of our minds
Leave the bodies
They burn them anyways
Underground tunnels
They take children

killing each other
Like Cain did to Abel
Positivity is rare it's not active
Must be disabled
It's time we turn the table on this Thing called hate
I have

you disabled, 
Herman let them go through with their plan and didn't listen to what our mum said, who looks at their child and agrees there is something

the accidental perpetuation of hatred
Making savages of mental patients yet we’re complacent
Taking no action, I’ll put into perspective our nation and its stances

And hate on me
And they putting all the blame on me
Disgrace on me
Lord I'm needing of your grace on me
It's games only
They just children playing games
Boy

still hit 'em, and see inside where the chill bit 'em
With heat provided by a lil' rhythm
I seek to guide whoever's grippin for wisdom, I'll do what I

I’ma start this and then I’m gonna end it
Carted away like it’s dead shit
You see the rabbit? Son, I’ll play it
I’ma have it for dinner
Even though I