Brought as a young servant Into the House of Trust Left in faith by his parents To shape a failure man The eyes of the leader Glance of the future victim Erotic sins slowly rise Deceit begins one step at a time Week in and week out The child's perception molded Touches thought of as normal More intimate every time Until the time has come He prays with his prey But after ceremonial serveive
Hands glide, his lust commands A young child's immaculate soul Forever wept away Where innocence is shamed And a life now already broken His wings clipped forever A future destroyed in full As time catches up with the past With an institution in denial A feeble attempt To protect the betrayer The victims no longer silent Confronted with the revelations Of what once was The House Of TrustTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
