Holy Terror

Mind Wars

Holy Terror


Misunderstood by all but a few 
You hope to overcome the demons chasing you 
Tempted to give in and weary from the chase 
The conflict in your soul shows in lines on your face 
Telling of a tale that only you believe 
To others who in pity watch 
But soon will turn their backs and leave 

Too many there's no hope 
Except survive against the cruel world 
Disown the cause of all the problems 
They're your children soon forgotten 

Reminded of the things 
That no one likes to think about 
By poor, downtrodden people 
Living in discarded waste 
Go home to barred and shuttered windows 
Keep the thieves and beggars out 
Trapped by fear inside a fortress 
Built by your own hands of hate 
Nothing for those outside the circle of society 

So lock the door and cock the rifle 
Sitting, waiting, patiently 
Looking for a moving target 
In this wind blown no man's land 

That once was home to all your children 
Who left escaping prison's bars 
They now are part of those outside 
And hated from behind closed doors 
The parents who once loved them 
Care not if they see the cause 
Won't admit that they are still alive 
Life seems hopeless is it just us?