In the dark wet hole
for the scars from battles outside
under the broken wooden bridge
yelling and crying
Desolation was born!
forbidden was his birth
unnoticed was his death
remembered is his life
as a half blind kid
as a half blind kid
pursued by the beggar's red hot iron
for the over-sized tummy
from the ceaseless years feeding on invisible food
for the scars from battles outside
and the screams from the battles within
why bear pain of a sinner's pleasure?
why bear pain of a sinner's pleasure?
why bear life if death's easier?
living in the streets among midnight women and wild men
living in the streets among midnight women and wild men
learnt the feeble hand of a mother in his lonely beggining
found her...yet solace he could'nt
in the end,
in the end,
what feeds a maimed soul
but hate and pain?
back to place of his cursed origin
back to place of his cursed origin
to end it all...to die in peace
in the dark wet hole
in the dark wet hole
under the broken wooden bridge
bound in a blanket
bright eyes shining
New purpose is born!
New purpose is born!
-"Willy & Sabu"