A door slams, screams exchanged.
A mother that lies, thoughts deranged.
A child that cries, becoming insane.
Aware of the beast,
Aware of the lies
Aware of the treats that are just a way to compromise.

A mixed baby both black and white, being directed on whats wrong and whats right.
Shaped and molded like a piece of clay, momma works hard everyday, for a piece of cash, peace at last.
Peace to overcome the beast, peace to overcome the game
the stories and lies that can't be made true, family loosing structure like melting glue, even the church bells now will not save you, it's time to tell the truth.
To be real,
To be honest,
To come together to form a promise
A promise of trust,
A promise to you
A promise that it will work out,
no matter the game,
there will be a clue.