he runs on a battery powered blood stream
and a heart of salt.
with plastic skin and an eye of no gleam
nothing's ever his fault

she hates to see her reflection
so she gags herself happy
with slit wrists and an addiction
her once-golden locks grow nappy

their parents never see it
because their never home
when there's "away," they've got to be it
to leave their kids alone

and so you see, disfunction is thicker than water
and a family can only save their son and daughter
too bad this wasn't a friendship, let alone a blood-line
there's nothing more to this than an heartless coal-mine

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keep in mind, my family isn't like this:
but to many of them are.