Daily the scourgae of the Earth
Chaos brings forth from the womb
Young souls manifest in the flesh
I did not ask to be, but then suppressed
Can a young mind really change
If it's already been altered at such an age?
Or is it ordained
That Its lifetime thought be deranged?

Daily haunted by past experiances
That cloud the mind
Horrid recollections
Daydreams not so sublime
So now my thoughts are changed
Most wander towards homicide
Some experience flesh
And some the curiosity of death

I try to change mty thought everyday
Try to break the cycle, try to change the chain
I look in my heart to find a new
But confusion is all I know

Daydreams not so sublime
Most wander towards homicide
And some the curiosity of death

My thoughts beat down upon
Me like a heavy stone
Even if they break my flesh
They can't break my soul
Maybe if I was born
At another time