Subjected to humiliations in a world so full of horror
the little boy goes through this life the slave of an impostor
which once used to be his father and now is his exploiting boss
He charged his frustrations on him turned his childhood into hate
Heresies, Heresies
This confused boy is enduring the illtreatment he receives
carrying bricks under the sun being unable to understand
His joy and his crystal castle are beginning to collapse
it dawned on him there's no way out He leaves his fantasy behind
He no longer owns his days living his sad reality
dragging the oblivion He cries out begging for mercy
cutting out the hatred whip the dream of a better life
Child exploitation increases dominating today's world
while the wheel doesn't stop the horror keeps settling down
leave all the children alone childhood is a time for play
why don't you treat them as people because that is what they are
In the garden of his innocence searching for a flower he is
but he ignores that fate is keeping only a bunch of hate for him
He no longer owns his days living his sad reality
licking up his bitter wound He just wants to be set free