For the child

Torn form discipline, laws recondition

Behold the family born of vengeance

Spilled my flesh and blood, forced setting son

I am the parent in the shadows

Seeping

Crawling

Boiling

I am blood, I am minus one

Chained to a law that keeps me down, I'm tied to my affliction

The rope's been cut as family portrait turns to incision

Your day has come, the wait is done, for every child that has succumbed to the force or lure, the twist in your remorseless mind

So he's not yours

Need he be to see the sense?

Reassess these morals

It's all circumstance

So easy to take stand till it affects you

Spilled my flesh and blood, forced a setting son

I am the parent in the shadows

Torn from discipline

Laws reconditiom

Unleash a family born of this condition

You know your laws could stand some correction, this action is more than worthy of exception-correction-exemption

Maybe next election we'll bring the masses to a moral inspection

Mend degeneration, spark rejuvenation of values in this deception of a nation

I cannot fight the urge

My personal justice wells up in me, as I sweat these please for your end

I sleep at the food of your bed, with tearing eyes, and no, I cannot forget your face

I cry for him

He has been stolen from me

A youth imbedded in soil

Forever stolen from me, this brand that sears my heart