Covered cages blind beside them
Never calling songs of home
Dragon children
Who would heal them
Born and ever left to roam
Mothers streets are desperation
Nursed on chance and happenstance
Love would feed us
Night will bleed us
Living litter's twilight dance
Fathers call from darkened corner
Come and taste the bread of fear
Hear it in the subtle hiss
Papa needs a little kiss
Altered souls soon disappear
Youth in tribal families prowl
Heed before each coming dawn
Steal your cash
Protect your stash
Bread's the gold of every pawn
God's a thought for masterbation
Words of light and lands so green
A lust for fools
In worlds so cruel
It's just a match for gasoline
Dodge the daily demon dance
Walk the wasteland where I play
Enjoy the scene
Of where I've been
Tip the ghosts and skip away
- Hermit King-
