Just like any other child, we were tricked by his lies. And just because of that, we were put to our demise.
Instead of being tucked into bed, we were being covered by red. I would have been playing with my friends, but instead we were all meeting our ends.
As the years just grow long, we still play the same song. As we are all still in pain, we still play the same game.
We each have our need, we just want to be free. To at least make amends, or to have our revenge.
