Mordred

The Strain

Mordred


Into his flesh the knife cuts 
Inside he wants to survive 
Surgeons working hard to try to keep him alive 

He's only fourteen years old 
Beside the bed a cop sighs 
Don't think it's fair he's too young to die 

Pulse slows and then his heart quits 
Doctor's try to shock his life back 
They're unaware that in the street he sells crack 

Bullet hole through the kidneys 
The man who shot him understood 
If he could turn it round I'm sure that he would 

In times of greed and hate 
One must evaluate 
The cause of all this pain 
Social problems stay the same 

In times of greed and hate 
One must retaliate 
The truth is never plain 
Understand this is the strain 

Tried to reach society's standard 
Have wealth makes you a good man 
Not in the wrong he just wants to fit in the plan 

Teach our kids of wealth and power 
If you happen to live on the wrong side 
Got to live a life of crime just to keep you alive 

Today morality has lost 
Everyone's reaching for the top 
We can't change the world if a bullet can't be stopped 

In this age we've lost all our values 
And maybe nothing can suffice 
If it's true we'll crush ourselves in a self destructive vice 

In times of greed and hate 
One must evaluate 
The cause of all this pain 
Social problems stay the same 

In times of greed and hate 
One must retaliate 
The truth is never plain 
Understand this is the strain