Helpless calling Tears are falling In the darkness of the children's room The face is burning He can't move his hand The only witness is the rising moon
Grandma has told him There's a god on your side Maybe he's already sleeping Or getting drunk tonight
Little souls are calling Screaming all over the world Victims of hate and dissatisfaction They blame them for their Busted life
They did not really want him No fun to raise and live him So he's been alone since the day When he was born They need and abused him day by day But the was afraid of running away He lives in a fortress, fortress of pain
Broken and mistreated The smile has left his face He is a victim In a bad, black gameTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
