Broken
We humans need for be forgiven
Our twisted selves are what has driven
Us to this lost corner of the living
We complain and we are always preaching
And yet we don't live by the code that we are teaching
We gave into temptations
And we can't Complain
Created by our twisted nature
Deep down we are all the same
This cursed world is a product of our creation
A world that reeks of our favor, we have nothing to blame
I have to be honest
Everything is not what it seems
We all need to be redeemed
Well, we are not changing even if we have promised
So bad children need to be punished
But as I said, it's not what it seems.
I shall sing this lullaby to this night
A calming tone for my soul
'I am trying to hold unto happiness
But it always gets broken
Mother, oh dear father
There is a monster under my bed
It's here take what has already been stolen
What you see is what you get
Oh dear mother, oh dear father
There is a monster in my bed
It makes a good toy to hold
And well it's already dead
-KrakenBorn
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