Born into the world with no intension at all Casualities are set from the start The roads to devastation are many Will any lead to salvation? Guided by sources of the "righteous"
An innocent child. Slowly being poisoned. With all the convictions. Possessed by adults.
No perception of life the fat all Prejudice seems the obvious way How to find a right way?
Ultimately, we all develop from the filth There's no righteous source Man is too complex Only death combine us
Born into the world with no intension at all Casualities are set from the start We can only hope for a better man Forming humans
An innocent child. Slowly being poisoned. With all the convictions. Possessed by adults.