You're no use to man, born with half a brain
A total waste of life, misery making being
Destruction at birth would have been the best
For you and your family, the doctors whose time you waste
A wasted human shell
Controlled by half a brain
No use to mankind
A complete and total waste...
Subnormal
Crying in your bed, waking in the night
Mother is distraught, by your uselessness
You will never work, a weight around their neck
She wishes you were dead, for her that would be best
"With luck you'll die young," he's thinking to himself
Hoping for your death by life consuming disease
Father takes no pride in his useless son
Nothing to be proud, a wasted human shell
"With luck you'll die young," he's thinking to himself
Hoping for your death by life consuming disea