Dead Inside
You pressed my eyes in to my skull
You used my blood to paint the walls
But does my pain make you happy
Burn bleed your happiness is killing me
Fall down and rot away in agony
The pretty eyes the speaker of lies
This wretched child is dead inside
You keep your son inside a cage
With bars of steel that nobody could break
Hate is building up your rage
With a loaded gun you'll blow out his brain
The pretty eyes the speaker of lies
Fucking snake
This wretched child is dead inside
He's far from okay
So paranoid of what you adore
Money made him blind
He's feeding of your own blood and gore
Pretender
Offender
Molester
Autor(es): Robin Pernervik
