My Children-Protomartyr

To create, pass on What's mine, now yours Written in stone, no longer in sand I'm gone All mine for yours To give all to My children Ain't got no mother- Came from my temple, all, when I thought them My children I never loved them- Why feel that way when their existence is my business? My children They never listen- Vaped in the brain, feral vessels of my self-interest My children They are the future- Good luck with the mess I left, you innovators My children pay dividends- Vomit and rage spewing forth in the drive-thru So don't lean on me man Because I ain't got nothing to give To my children My children - they're right behind you My children - they're gonna beat you My children - if you let them O, my children