Vex And Siolence Paroles

If the child's mothered
Then found later
Wrapped up and ribboned
After many years
Crawls out from under
Untold layers
To take a shallow breath and listen
What would it hear
Would the child answer
Full of anger
Full of rage at what was spoken
But never shown
With a seeming riddle or a puzzle
Neither the brutal nor the timid could have known
Deep down inside too dark to see
The sex demands a shot of something
What final comfort could there be
Here is the end
Here is nothing
Nothing
After breathing in
Digging in
After beating through what wasn't there
Death became the only answer
But not the cure
The final lack became the meaning
No one cares
Deep down inside, too dark to see
The sex demands a shot of something
What final comfort could there be
Here is the end
Here is nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing