My child, don't you cry
You are on your way to me
Wooden pyre, stack it higher
On your way up ask, is anyone really free?
You will follow cheap advice
You will swallow every lie
Follow what I preach to a T
And only then may you speak
Part the seas of thieves and liars
Pulling strings on base desires
A day may come when you stand and resist
A day may come when all this shall cease
But it won't be today
Give your mind to me
Living life always
Afraid
And until first steps you take
Here is where you'll stay
Down here
Only chance of escape
Question all the way
And there will come a day
