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Rebel Children
Seduction is a useful tool
If you cannot use it then you must be a fool
Who said that I had to follow the rules
I'll do what I want and when I choose
After all I have nothing to lose
My main goal is to defy authority at all costs
It makes up for all the pain after the loss
I guess you could call me the goddess of hate
But I don't kill, I exterminate
I would eat you alive
For everything that successfully you could not strive
Fire is used as my tool to incinerate
Who really cares if I discriminate
A sea of fire has become my fate
After all now you call me the goddess of hate
Only now do you realize that it is too late
Burning embers fall across the hall
Blood from all the bodies hit the wall
The children of silence begin to scrawl
Their violent messages across the wall
The children that were draped in black
Realize they had no hope to get their life back
Its tragic it seems
That the children had lost life and all of its means
Violence, lust, and blasphemy
Sometimes it seems like an act you see
But in their eyes it adds up in tragedy
They are in a trap and it seems we can't be free
Of the cycle of violence, lust, and blasphemy
Watch this circle of tragic means
See how easily a child can change scenes
And how easily they are left with their shattered dreams
But we are still the children of the dark
We are rebels left with a mark
Of violence, lust, blasphemy, and hate tattooed on our breasts
No longer do we have to confess
Because all of our sins have been laid to rest
