Stuck in this battlefield of pain Watching my friends suffer and die
I scream my warcry Slicing left and right
Destroying my foes
The fire of revenge Burning brightly in my eyes
My primal instincts fails me
But I fight on Knowing
I won't be back
This spurs me on...
My family disowned me
Stuck with a replica
Knowing not from where I belong
I have no identity
I have no name
I fight on
The fire of suffering burns my skin
But I do not notice I'm not alive
My spirit is cold Frozen with the sadness of abandonment
But the fire of revenge Heats it up and awaking the remorse
All my feelings pour back in But why now?
I'm not ready to go
My heart begins to soften
My arms become weak...
All that's left.....
Is a crying, weak child
He doesn't know who he is
Where he's from
Why he's been put on this earth
This child is me.....
Crying for mercy from this harsh world
This child is brutally slaughtered by society and dies a slow death.