Thirty -two, high view road
A sleepy suburban glow
Hidden from the world,
they'll never know
The beavers deep inside,
deep inside
Tied me down, trapped me inside
The chains I was wrapped,
my skin ain't that
Try to kill the spirit inside
Make me just like them
I'm feeling the sun,
the sweat and the pain
The smells and sounds, the fever and sain
And every night when I go to sleep I
wish that I will never wake
just want to drift away into
the light
42, 5 -year -old,
the roots and the sickness are overgrown
But here's my prize
Little
Marky will never die
He's good as a lie
Good as a lie
There is a light, there is a light, light
I dream about a secret world
Where I can be all alone
Where nobody comes to hurt me now
Nobody to kick me when I'm down
And I feel the beat and the madness now
Getting my hands feeling so loud
They tell me that this is love,
a special kind of love
Don't tell no one, no, no, don't tell no one,
no, no, don't tell no one
Powered and evil, father and mother,
Satan and his demented lover.
Evil breeds evil, but the chain is broken.
Good is alive, good is alive.
Powered of evil, father and mother,
Satan and his demented lover
Evil breeds evil, the chain is broken
God is alive,
God is alive
Good is a lie, good
32
Highview
Road, a sleepy suburban glow
Hidden from the world,
they'll never know
The evil's inside, inside