w.a.s.p.
the heretic (the lost child)
These fits of depression are torturing me  The lives that I seen won't breathe again  A sad child of madness, they'll never be free  Born again to die, the agonies begin  And soldiers keep coming - like warriors they die  But gangland's alive when mothers cry  'Cause hate's blind addictions, a killing machine  And it burns on the fuel of shattered lives  Lost child, lost child    The seeds of all evil are sown in their minds  And harvest the sad fields of woe  'Cause dead boys are martyrs  That live on forever  But now it's too late for their souls  Standing on sanities too fragile edge  And worship the "Lord Of The Flies" And wade through the slaughter  You've made of thy brother  And drown in his blood then when he dies   You see in their eyes  They're the lost child  See in their eyes  You see in their eyes They're the lost child  See in their eyes   Don't turn out the lights  'Cause there's demons in the night  And they prey on the fears in us all  They hide inside and wait  And they shun the light of day  The screams in their dreams fill us all   Children of the night  Such a sad tune they rhyme  The bloody boys that sing a wicked song  And for all of them they're just memories in the wind   Rise and see  It's the dawn of insanity  Keeper of the gates of fire  And the Heretic has said  You don't have to be afraid  'Till I - till I come to get ya And child in time  On the swords edge you ride  And cast a spell of Heresy  And die in vain  Like a wild dog in chains  And no one can save  Or set you free