The first time the 3rd child Saw blurred lines through anxious eyes He felt lies He felt betrayed He responded in turn He responded with rage He set fires, he broke shit The fuel in his system made him more than the real thing His presence was strong He did astound Now everybody down on the ground
The first time The first child Saw blurred lines through frantic eyes He felt hurt He felt provoked He reacted in turn He abandoned control He blew minds, he torched shit The rage he perfected made him more than the real thing His anger was pure He did astound Now everybody down on the ground
A fine day, a slight rage A real shame, a nice way That I will never see
A fine day, a slight rage A real shame, a nice way That I will never see
A fine day, a slight rage A real shame, a nice way Everybody down on the ground
