If the child [unknown] then come later
Wrapped up and returned after many years
Crawled out from under (uncouth/?) layers
To take a shell back and slip in
Well wouldn't you? Would the child answer full of anger
Full of rage & blood lust spoken but never shown
With a seeming riddle or a puzzle
Neither the brutal nor the timid could have known Deep down inside it's too dark to see
The [unknown], 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 No-one cared
[fade out]