If the child slaughter then come later
Wrapped up and returned after many years
Crawled out from under uncouth layers
To take a shell back and lip in, well, wouldn't you?
Would the child answer full of anger
Full of rage and blood lust spoken but never shown
With a seeming riddle or a puzzle
Neither the brutal nor the timid could have know
Deep down inside too dark to see
The s** demands a shot of something
What violent other could there be?
Here is the end
Here is nothing
Nothing
After breathing in the beginning
After beating through what wasn't there
d**h became the only answer, but not the cure
The final act became the meaning, but no one cared
Deep down inside too dark to see
The s** demands a shot of something
What violent other could there be?
Here is the end
Here is nothing
Nothing, nothing
Nothing, nothing
Nothing