Too evil;
Too gentle.
Breed again and give them what they need.
Your perfect
Third child.
They know what I must be.
Last hellish hope for Man's salvation.
The winner takes it all.
Tin soldier, made from fear and shame.
Tin soldier, shaped by lies and pain.
I'm a tin soldier, weapon more than child.
A gun to point whichever way they choose.
They've nothing left to lose.
Teach hardness,
Teach horror,
Teach children how to hate in fun.
What's worth this?
Don't worry –
I'll know before they're done.
How many children's lives were wasted?
How many lies were told (for a)
Don't bother
Explaining.
I never want to hear it all.
Just tell me
I mattered
Somewhere beneath it all.
Or was I just a cold equation?
All part of the big game (for a)
I've nothing left to lose.