Hell Is firing Back A childs feet Disrupting Mosses One step of a million Erased from the home that holds His name Heir Will quiver in silence Fraught despair Well I dont need no son To sort it Sort it Enjoy the trees forever I didnt see the sun Today Tomorrow holds an unknown Fate for me Within these walls I ache To liberate a spark And plan another way A kid cleaned up Pale and weak But standing Craving vengeance Hunting you
sort, fraught, disrupting, cleaned, quiver