Cycles Repeat Testo

Just a child
Stuffed with rage that can't be treat
Rage so blind
Blind like sound, the sound of speak
A passer-by
Take that dad and now you're 'it'
Now the fright
Tiny hands and silent feet
Just a child
Stuffed with rage that can't be treat
Love so blind
Blind's a lovely cut of meek
Now the fright
Watch the starved newspapers feast
Now the why
Why's a high-priced cut of meat
As the cycle repeat and the shadows align
You know he'd take your place if you asked him to