These fits of depression are torturing me The lives that I seen won't breathe again A sad child of madness, they'll never be free Born again to die, the agonies begin And soldiers keep coming - like warriors they die But gangland's alive when mothers cry Cause hate's blind addictions, a killing machine And it burns on the fuel of shattered lives - lost child, lost child The seeds of all evil are sown in their minds And harvest the sad fields of woe Cause dead boys are martyrs That live on forever But now it's too late for their souls Standing on sanities too fragile edge And worship the "Lord of the Flies " And wade through the slaughter You've made of thy brother And drown in his blood then when he dies You see in their eyes They're the lost child See in their eyes You see in their eyes They're the lost child See in their eyes Don't turn out the lights
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