Twiztid - Why The Children? Lyrics
(Jamie Madrox)Look at my eyes,I'm about to dig up my little brother's body at the graveyardI'm tripping real hardHop the fence with a shovel in my handWalk silently, don't make a sound in the dead landShadows switched and become demons of hellAs I walk alone down the windy trailLooking for the tombstone with his nameHear the cries of a little girl in painSitting alone by the grave, she screams and criesBut something was wrong with this *****'s eyesShe turned around and her eyes were a deep redBlood stains matted her hair to her *****ing headSeeing the sight, I almost began to chokeI swung the shovel and the girl turned into smokeWhat was happening, did I lose my mind?Dug up a grave, let her breathe for the first timeBack on the move, I gots to find my kidMy little brother who died with mortal sinAlong the way, I dug up a couple of gravesOf some children who died at a young ageWhy did life deal such a bad handLike my brother who got killed by a manMan, and I never knewWhy I couldn't stop stabbing him when everybody told me toThey said that I was a killer and a family disgraceCursed my name and smacked me in the faceTime to right my wrongs and correct my sinsDig up my brother so I can be closer to himBack down the trail of the winding pathI hear some voices behind me start to laughThey were the souls of the children I'd releasedFrom the grave a hole 6 feet deepDown they go to earth with a smiling faceNo more cries of pain in this evil placeThere's my brother's gravesite just aheadTime to dig a hole and wake the deadScratch the ground to reunite my family tiesMy little brother, the product of my blood linesFind the box, pull it out, put it in placeOpen the casket and touch little Joey's faceStart to cry but remember what I had didHow could I have taken the life of such a little kid?Hold him close and tell him everything's alrightCarry his body off into the moonlightBack thru the graveyard, looking for the ones I missedWith my brother on my shoulder and he's lifelessDown the streets on the way to my houseBugs and insects keep falling out of his mouthGot to my house and kicked open the doorLay Joey's body on the cold floorNow I'm tripping and I don't know what to doLight some candles to brighten up the roomStanding over his body with my knifePlease God, give Joey back his *****ing lifeI slit his throat, maybe that'll help him breatheCut off his eyelids, maybe now he'll seeWhy did you do this to me, Jamie?Why did you do this to me?Why did you do this to me?Why did you do this Jamie?It's your turn to die now!It's your turn to live in a graveyard!This is why children shouldn't play with dead things...
