He抯 been told that he can抰 do wrong to a lonely child   that cries in his song to understand the mans depravation   but to him an invitation....   So he came in, the child turned its head   and its a sin how his eyes looked all dead then.   What he saw, the fear on his face could wait no more.   Heart-stabbed and disgraced      Double crossed      That抯 a double cross, backstabbin?doublecross,   heart stabbin?doublecross, his pain and his loss      In his eyes was the recognition of a nasty face whose hurt   and mission has fucked a life of bodily prison.   Its consequence of a sick mans vision...   He made a move, the gun went off   and he changed the mood into blood coloured madness.   All he saw was the shadow of a grown man   n?flesh was raw as he fell down again.      CHOR.      All he ever wanted to be was that man   Did he ever stand up and see for himself   Never wanted that intimacy, nor that fear   If he would only reach out to me I抎 show him life      And that I can抰 stand you make me sick      Have you seen the tears that the boy cries   Have you seen the pain that he wears inside      So alive, the pain ensures that he really feels like a part of the damned.   Such a bitch, joy and smile are long gone,   its just hate in small child rape land...   He抯 all locked up in a room with his devil it抯 all fucked up.   He抯 going down in pure revenge,   so he saw how his best friend helped him study and the score:   justice done, a dead body   CHOR.      Wont you wait for him, wont you wait for him   They took all he had, what抯 left is all in his head.