…They are saying… Police are saying, Oakdale police are saying that, uh… Reece was strangled by something other than a human hand…
He only goes out on tuesdays ‘Cause there’s only two days The world’s dead enough for him to show his face ‘Cause he’s a disgrace To humanity. Sits back asks “why’s the world so mad at me?” He follows them silently, wickedly, savagely. “Their own fault” he says, “They never look back at me, Even keep track of me, Only forget me Because of the lack of me.”
Could be my fault, could be mothers, It could be because I was hit by my brothers, I’ve just never really been noticed by others.
I think it dates back to when I was six, My daddy would whip me and teach me these tricks That I’d do whenever his friends were around, Always on all fours, down on the ground.
I did this until I was nine and a half And the old corner shop was looking for staff. Not much of path, I know, but the wrath of my dad was unbearable. Yes everybody that coat was unwearable, Us paper children are certainly terrible, Sex with Satan seemed comparable.
There I was, Nine years old, So damn cold In a shack, with a dad who didn’t get old. Time went by, I couldn’t rely On father time to kill this guy. He smoked a lot but no lung cancer, Yes friends, knives, they were the answer.
These are the thing that people do. These are the thing that people do.
I’d like that job at the corner shop, I needed cash but first to stop This mess, it’s not the way to be. They play with me And now I think I’m drowning in depravity. Drowning in depravity. Drowning in depravity. Drowning in depravity.
The old man left my collar on at bedtime, Chains around my feet. My bedtime stories “Go to sleep you cunt!” Were always short and sweet. After mother passed away The house was sold in just three days. Dad began to search around to try and find a brand new place.
In the woods is spooky, Or that’s the way it seemed. Dad looked at me said “Now no-one has to hear you scream.”
The shack was just one room With one black and white television. Even as a nine year-old Suicide was my decision. Only way to leave this prison.
Can’t cut your throat with your hands tied, Believe me I’ve tried. I failed and I cried And I am now stuck inside.
So, I live in an old, scrapped fridge, No light except sometimes the moon. Dad was funny that way, Said he wanted his own room. I tried to dream of something nice, Storybooks, nights, princes. I can’t sleep tonight though ‘Cause of my collar and the next it pinches.
That’s it now, no more. Big war gonna be fought. Gonna pick myself up And walk out that door. I hear freedom’s sweet call. But wait I’m a nine-year-old chained to a wall And when the shack gets black, Have to get back to sleep, Now weep, how sad I am, Have to kill daddy, that’s my plan.
Have to kill daddy, that’s my plan. Have to kill daddy, that’s my plan. Have to kill daddy, that’s my plan. Have to kill daddy, that’s my plan.
These are the thing that people do. These are the thing that people do. These are the thing that people do. These are the thing that people do.
The body of nine-year-old ‘Reece Jones’ was found this morning after he was murdered by strangulation. His remains were discovered in what locals described as a ‘disused ranger shack’ in the Upper Eastbourne County Forest. Next of kin were informed at about noon. Sam Jones, brother of Reece’s late mother Lindsey Jones told Oakdale County Sheriff’s department upon receiving news of the tragedy that Reece vanished into thin air almost three years ago following his mother Lindsey’s unexpected death. No suspects have yet been identified due to a lack of physical evidence. Reece’s grief stricken father Neville Jones told us today: “I can’t believe this has happened, he was my everything”.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
