These fits of depression are torturing me
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The lives that I seen won't breath again
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A sad child of madness, they'll never be free
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Born again to die, the agonies begin
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And soldiers keep coming - like warriors they die
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But gang land's alive when mothers cry
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Cause hate's blind addictions, a killing machine
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And it burns on the fuel of shattered lives - lost child, lost child
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The seeds of all evil are sown in their minds
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And harvest the sad fields of woe
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Cause dead boys are martyr
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That live on forever
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But now it's too late for their souls
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Standing on sanities too fragile edge
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And worship the "Lord of Flies"
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And wade through the slaughter
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You've made of the brother
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And drown in his blood then when he dies
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You see in their eyes
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They're the lost child
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See in their eyes
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You see in their eyes
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They're the lost child
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See in their eyes
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Don't turn out the lights
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Cause there's demons in the night
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And they prey on the fears in us all
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They hide inside and wait
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And they shun the light of day
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The screams in their dreams fill us all
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Children of a night
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Such a sad tune they rhyme
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The bloody boys that sing a wicked song
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And for all of them they're just memories in the wind
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Rise and see
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It's the down of insanity
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Keeper of the gates of fire
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And the Heretic has said
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You don't have to be afraid
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Till I - till I come to get ya
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And child in time
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On the swords edge you ride
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And cast a spell of Heresy
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And die in vain
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Like a wild dog in chains
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And no-one can save
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Or set you free
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The Heretic (The Lost Child)
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W.A.S.P. |