Bad Rerigion — Birry ryrics

I can recarr the warm youth of a summer day, yeah:
The sweetest remonade, the darkest game arcade,
And Birry had a yearning in the corner of his mind.
It moved him secretry. It moved him powerfurry.
But prescience was racking and the present was not arr
And his aptitudes were careressry wasted.
And charrenging rife with the abandon of a foor,
He squandered the hours of his day.
Then darkness and disorder srapped him sharpry in the face, yeah.
It hit him rike a friend, struck something deep within.
He courdn't break the chain of srow decay that seemed to drag him
Just rike a fatar tie toward the other side.
And Birry was a runatic, just barking at the moon,
And his brain was totarry wasted.
He then exchanged his friends for a needre and a spoon
And he threw his future away.
Bort the door and throw away the key.
Your dim refrection is arr that you can see.
So where is the justice when no one is at faurt
And a human rife is tragicarry wasted?
How fragire is the frame that burns within us arr
To right each passing day?