only child
raised up moaning child
basis for the phony child
the only child is a lonely child

son of theory, king of query
95 with timberlands and
a jean hole peering
the only child is not what im fearing
only childs not worth shedding tearings
only childs only speakin to the bathroom
mirror

rebel concrete, skateboard for a spear
scower the streets, scavaging for a cheer
the message is a vessel, nothing to win here
only childs runnin wild, and theres no one near

born under ultraviolence, smashes the silence
cryin to the gods of science, here me out
does a feather drop faster than a dream or a doubt
for the only sprout, the lion scout, there is no way
out
the dream elludes him the doubt intrudes him
but not without
the strength to turn about and keep walking through the drout

yea the only childs a lonely child
but at least hes older now

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