Humble little boy
Says mother must go
Scared of his bedtime stories
Of Adam and Eve
Brainwashed for him
And his mind to believe
Used all the natural
Feelings of gloom
Sitting alone
In his dark decadent room
Thoughts of escaping
Help him to sleep
Silently inhaling
All his beliefs

Mother has kept him
Consealed like a weapon
Yet he is a secret
He must never forget
Balled up in his hands
He gets up and stands
And makes the decision
With utmost precision
Tears are shed by night
And stay til dawn
He hurts himself
And now they are gone
Nerves tense
It's not forgive and forget
It's all thought out
That she will regret
The turning point had came
Just a second too late
Boiled like a pot
His mind swims in hate
It does not seem
That he is distinct
More seconds go by
And deeper it sinks

He says 1,000 knives
And you turned the first one
The soul decision
That will never haunt
Everthankful for bringing me home
For now I can fight
For now I have grown
He says 1,000 knives
And you turned the first one
The soul decision
That will never haunt
Everthankful for bringing me home
For now I can fight
For now I have grown

Mother has kept him
Consealed like a weapon
Yet he is a secret
He must never forget
Balled up in his hands
He gets up and stands
And makes the decision
With utmost precision
Tears are shed by night
And stay til dawn
He hurts himself
And now they are gone
Nerves tense
It's not forgive and forget
It's all thought out
That she will regret
The turning point had came
Just a second too late
Boiled like a pot
His mind swims in hate
It does not seem
That he is distinct
More seconds go by
And deeper it sinks

He says 1,000 knives
And you turned the first one
The soul decision
That will never haunt
Everthankful for bringing me home
For now I can fight
For now I have grown
He says 1,000 knives
And you turned the first one
The soul decision
That will never haunt
Everthankful for bringing me home
For now I can fight
For now I have grown

He says 1,000 knives
And you turned the first one
The soul decision
That will never haunt
Everthankful for bringing me home
For now I can fight
For now I have grown
He says 1,000 knives
And you turned the first one
The soul decision
That will never haunt
Everthankful for bringing me home
For now I can fight
For now I have grown
He says 1,000 knives
And you turned the first one
The soul decision
That will never haunt
Everthankful for bringing me home
For now I can fight
For now I have grown


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