The Young and the Cancerous

Take the most terrible lie,

The horrible truth.

String it out,

Strap its hands and ankles

And you're not even close.

Some of us burned you

And left you out to rot.

And I know you won't care anymore,

But I'd have left you in the sun.

One of us broke you in,

With your head in the dirt.

But I'll promise you all the same

"I'll try not to make this hurt."