Just you wait, your turn will come
When your plastic world be all undone
As your daughter cuts her skin with a blade
Unable to live up to expectations you made
Will your sanctimony be as vulgar then?
Your cocoon of bubble wrap is no protection
In a real world of imperfection
Shoulders will shrug when you question your luck
Wailing in arms comforted by their charms
Will you understand the position you're in?
When your husband finds comfort in a strange way
Or another child escapes by shooting their veins
When you've bought all that can possibly be sold
Only to find yourself with your thoughts alone
Will you decipher the language of your mind's din?