The Heretic (The Lost Child) lyrics

These fits of depression are torturing me
The lives that I seen won't breath again
A sad child of madness, they'll never be free
Born again to die, the agonies begin
And soldiers keep coming - like warriors they die
But gang land's alive when mothers cry
Cause hate's blind addictions, a killing machine
And it burns on the fuel of shattered lives - lost child, lost child

The seeds of all evil are sown in their minds
And harvest the sad fields of woe
Cause dead boys are martyr
That live on forever
But now it's too late for their souls
Standing on sanities too fragile edge
And worship the "Lord of Flies"
And wade through the slaughter
You've made of the brother
And drown in his blood then when he dies

You see in their eyes
They're the lost child
See in their eyes
You see in their eyes
They're the lost child
See in their eyes