We bottle up so much pain
Throughout all of our lives
We hurt ourselves and others by 'accident'
Blaming the monster inside

It's been a lie, I tell you
Pain has no intention to die or hide
The pain we've caused was no accident
It was to ourselves, we've lied

We've been hurt, punished, beat up
From a very, very, young age
Our 'superiors' ALWAYS justified it
In so so many ways

We couldn't fight back of course
That would guarantee more pain
Nothing to do but deny our feelings
Accept that it was 'their house, their way'

We didn't know any better!
Though they insisted that we did
I don't know about you...
But I was just a fucking KID!

Vengeance as we grew up
We hurt them all by 'accident'
Made a lot of stupid mistakes
Fighting to be independent

Accidental and unintentional?
That's the way it seems
Pain, however, knows the truth
It's been plotting it's revenge,
On ALL of Existence...

From the age of 3


August 3, 2008

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