I was raised in the valley, there was shadows and death
Got out alive but with scars I can't forget
This kid back in school, subdued and shy
An orphan and a brother and unseen bởi most eyes
I don't know what it was that made a piece of him die
Took a boy to the forest, slaughtered him with a scythe
Stamped on his face, an impression in the dirt
Do bạn think the silence makes a good man convert?
We all have our horrors and our demons to fight
But how can I live when I'm paralysed?
They crawl up on my bed, bọc their fingers 'round my throat
Is this what I get for the choices that I've made?
God forgive me,...