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Cycle Of The Streets
A boy catches a glimpse of his fate
In the bloodied face of his brother's corpse,
Lying in the alley next to his house
He's on his way to school,
Well he's on his way to somewhere.
Afflicted at the age of 5 with post-war syndrome,
The stress of poverty causes brain damage,
Such that he is robbed of his chance
Of ever having true human relationships,
It's a dog-eat-dog world out there,
And he's been trained well.
Avert your gaze,
As the tragic heroes take the stage,
Else you spy the cycle of the streets work out its rage.
Cover your eyes before the final bow is exercised.
There's no ovation at the end,
Just a haunting sensation,
That soon it will all happen again.
Change the channel and this time we find
A 7 year-old consequence,
Of a pregnant alcoholic drug abuser.
The effects of her actions on this child,
Have left him with an almost supernatural anger,
A hating desire to inflict pain.
His adopting family is torn between
Their love for him and their fear
That one day he may try to take their lives.
His brain is such that he can never escape,
The fate his poor mother has left him with.
At the age of 7 he already has a criminal record.
Avert your gaze,
As the tragic heroes take the stage,
Else you spy the cycle of the streets work out its rage.
Cover your eyes before the final bow is exercised.
There's no ovation at the end,
Just a haunting sensation,
That soon it will all happen again.
And it does, again and again and again.
Beware the ghosts that haunt this place!
They are lurid flourishing spectres of fate.
An aggregation of those who means were held,
Beyond the realm where hungry fingers dwell
In the grease slick shine of overpriced suits,
A world unto itself, built for abuse,
Of those! - Who are thrown into it
Of those! - Mentally deficient
Of those! - Who know no life but in it
Of those! - Who are borne unto it!
Avert your gaze,
As the ghosts of poverty lay waste.
The street is littered with fractured futures;
Casualties we've no instrument with which to measure.
Take your seats the lights are dimming now,
The choir mourns as the curtain flees the ground.
But we've seen this all before, we've just chosen to ignore!
Avert your gaze,
As the tragic heroes take the stage,
Else you spy the cycle of the streets work out its rage.
Cover your eyes before the final bow is exercised.
There's no ovation at the end,
Just a haunting sensation,
That soon it will all happen again.
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That soon it will all happen again.
Just a haunting sensation,
There's no ovation at the end,
Cover your eyes before the final bow is exercised.
Else you spy the cycle of the streets work out its rage.
As the tragic heroes take the stage,
Avert your gaze,
But we've seen this all before, we've just chosen to ignore!
The choir mourns as the curtain flees the ground.
Take your seats the lights are dimming now,
Casualties we've no instrument with which to measure.
The street is littered with fractured futures;
As the ghosts of poverty lay waste.
Avert your gaze,
Of those! - Who are borne unto it!
Of those! - Who know no life but in it
Of those! - Mentally deficient
Of those! - Who are thrown into it
A world unto itself, built for abuse,
In the grease slick shine of overpriced suits,
Beyond the realm where hungry fingers dwell
An aggregation of those who means were held,
They are lurid flourishing spectres of fate.
Beware the ghosts that haunt this place!
And it does, again and again and again.
That soon it will all happen again.
Just a haunting sensation,
There's no ovation at the end,
Cover your eyes before the final bow is exercised.
Else you spy the cycle of the streets work out its rage.
As the tragic heroes take the stage,
Avert your gaze,
At the age of 7 he already has a criminal record.
The fate his poor mother has left him with.
His brain is such that he can never escape,
That one day he may try to take their lives.
Their love for him and their fear
His adopting family is torn between
A hating desire to inflict pain.
Have left him with an almost supernatural anger,
The effects of her actions on this child,
Of a pregnant alcoholic drug abuser.
A 7 year-old consequence,
Change the channel and this time we find
That soon it will all happen again.
Just a haunting sensation,
There's no ovation at the end,
Cover your eyes before the final bow is exercised.
Else you spy the cycle of the streets work out its rage.
As the tragic heroes take the stage,
Avert your gaze,
And he's been trained well.
It's a dog-eat-dog world out there,
Of ever having true human relationships,
Such that he is robbed of his chance
The stress of poverty causes brain damage,
Afflicted at the age of 5 with post-war syndrome,
Well he's on his way to somewhere.
He's on his way to school,
Lying in the alley next to his house
In the bloodied face of his brother's corpse,
A boy catches a glimpse of his fate
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