Little child, did you throw the dice again?
Black and blue paint on your wall
Hey, didn't mama tell you that she loves you so?
Even if her bones are dry to hear you sing and cry.
Attempting to please the world at the age of 17
You kill your babies and call it "offering"
The stench of truth: the life for a life to be kind as to be unkind
It took six sweet years of your life
You walked alone along with your tea cold colored mind
Subtly you pay the curse upon you
But the promise of a man seeps through earth and grave and stone
You will seek him with all your heart and soul and strength
You count all the cost as you walk out the door
Without a warning
You set the world on fire!
You're never appearing not to
Emerging through unscathed
Your little god you're cauterized by sin
Comfortable and seem to gain a place of fatherless