You said those words and suddenly I'm five And boys are bringing bugs, just to kill them for my eyes And I can see their hunger, looking for a sign That any of their destruction, has me suffering inside You take such delight In killing my light
If I don't make a sound, does it even hurt? I'm bending to the ground, just to pick up little worms And I have seen you relish, such violence with a joy That I've only seen before, in the eyes of little boys Discovering their power for the first time
You kissed me so hard, I had a grazed chin I saw your eyes spark at the breaking And in them I see hunger Looking for a sign That any of your destruction, had me suffering inside It fills you with light To take away mine
At the cutting of your tongue All I hear is shredding wings Before me is a man who cares not for little things And now I have my answer, from when I wondered who Those little boys became, because they grew up to be you You've been playing with your power for a long time A long time You've been playing with your power for a long time
Compositor: Paris Paloma Phillips (Paris Paloma) ECAD: Obra #43111211