Daily the scourgae of the Earth Chaos brings forth from the womb Young souls manifest in the flesh I did not ask to be, but then suppressed Can a young mind really change If it's already been altered at such an age? Or is it ordained That Its lifetime thought be deranged? Daily haunted by past experiances That cloud the mind Horrid recollections Daydreams not so sublime So now my thoughts are changed Most wander towards homicide Some experience flesh And some the curiosity of death I try to change mty thought everyday Try to break the cycle, try to change the chain I look in my heart to find a new But confusion is all I know Daydreams not so sublime Most wander towards homicide And some the curiosity of death My thoughts beat down upon Me like a heavy stone Even if they break my flesh They can't break my soul Maybe if I was born At another time