Never the Same
The little kid is on his way home
Is unaware that he is about to be shown
To be without a lifeline, without a phone
And to know what it is like to feel being alone
And when he’s struck, he feels very scared
And tries and fails to send up a flare
He feels his eyes and ears being slowly impaired
He then tries to run, but there is nowhere
He feels the fangs, drawing blood, drawing red
And he hears the laughter ringing through his head
But the enemy leaves, to find another instead
When the boy awakens, he wonders if he is dead
From that day forward, that kid feels strange
And he sees his dreams racing out of his range
And he sees his life burning the page
And all that remains is a horrible rage
He sees no light, and feels only pain
And regret of the one who made him feel so lame
And there is nothing to save him, no one remains
And he even doesn’t have any person to blame
Alive or dead, which one is he
All we know is that he’s unhappy
Maybe someday that kid will see
That life is not only about being free
He butchers and slaughters his own emotions
And gets violent at the very notion
That he has gone mad and he feels just like the ocean
With despair flowing on forever in a surge motion
But then light appears so peaceful and warm
And that kid feels no more being scorned
He feels better than ever before
And thinks good thoughts forever more
No more hate and bloody murder
No more pain or eternal torture
Forever