W.A.S.P The Heretic Lyrics

(THE LOST CHILD)
 (B.Lawless/C.Holmes)

 These fits of depression are torturing me
 The lives that I seen won't breathe again
 A sad child of madness, they'll never be
   free
 Born again to die, the agonies begin

 And soldiers keep coming - like warriors
   they die
 But gangland's alive when mothers cry
 Cause hate's blind addictions, a killing
   machine
 And it burns on the fuel of shattered
   lives - lost child, lost child

 The seeds of all evil are sown in their
   minds
 And harvest the sad fields of woe
 Cause dead boys are martyrs
 That live on forever
 But now it's too late for their souls

 Standing on sanities too fragile edge
 And worship the "Lord of the Flies "
 And wade through the slaughter
 You've made of thy brother
 And drown in his blood then when he
   dies

 You see in their eyes
 They're the lost child
 See in their eyes
 You see in their eyes
 They're the lost child
 See in their eyes

 Don't turn out the lights
 Cause there's demons in the night
 And they prey on the fears in us all
 They hide inside and wait
 And they shun the light of day
 The screams in their dreams fill us all

 Children of the night
 Such a sad tune they rhyme
 The bloody boys that sing a wicked song
 And for all of them they're just memories
   in the wind

 Rise and see
 It's the dawn of insanity
 Keeper of the gates of fire
 And the Heretic has said
 You don't have to be afraid
 Till I - till I come to get ya
 And child in time
 On the swords edge you ride
 And cast a spell of Heresy
 And die in vain
 Like a wild dog in chains
 And no-one can save
 Or set you free