her chemical eyes hid behind a shallow mask of blind
it's funny how we need to hide our faces just to breathe sometimes
she didn't remember the war but she knew it wasn't right
it's funny how a child can be more right then an adult sometimes
her father died for a cause that left a thousand others blind
sometimes a bullet fired can be brighter then the sunshine
she didn't remember the war but she knew it wasn't right
it's funny how a child can be more right then an adult sometimes
in a six cornered world, made of circles n' doors
it's hard to be a girl when your purpose is war
she was seven when she first seen Gods judgement
and asked if all the Jewish children went to heaven
she often wondered what she'd say to other kids her age
who flipped pages from a bible that wasn't the same
people talked about freedom but only preached from a cage
she realized something was wrong but never knew it could change
because change was for the devil, or at least they would say
for every dollar that we spend another person is slain
at least we won the game, or continue to play it
she with drew to her mind to rewind the only way she could save it
the external rescources that she needed to live
didn't even exist.. she felt so dead as if to even live was a myth
they said that life was a bitch.. a term she heard so often
behind her mask she forgot about the chamber.. it took being placed in a coffin to realize that she was God all along
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