The Seventh Disciple:The Innocent Boy
The swings reverberate to equate these expressions
That this boy places his fate in during opression
Physical agression teaches the lessons rather left untaught
Refuge saught in the park... busted chains rusted and taut
Clamp around his soul... cold metal kisses his little heart
Conductive coils start sap his spark, it all goes dark...
The spotlight flashes upon a sandbox of his ashes
He see's a young boy frolick in a castle of whiplashes
The vassal of a alcholic cries his acid rain tears
And they harvested the sears burns year after year
Sold on street fears that lived under a child's bed
The tried to bleed away his pain, but died trying instead
He woke up lying upon his death matress- eclipse hat tricks
The corona of life, death and dream left his soul transfixed
On the semantics of action, and the struggle to breathe
But the swing came crashing down- laying upon undone deeds
