Victim of Society

Sleep, my love my only
Deep in the night so lonely
Don't be afraid, for whats been taken
Innocence is mine, and yours forsaken

15 years old, and truly gifted
I wake alone at night, thinkin' bout your virgin skin

Obsession is the price thats given to the lunatic
Regression to the victim of society

Who did you talk to and what was the reason
Your words of palter have reached the point of no return

Pounding and Grinding is your misfortune
The pain is real for the victim of society

Screaming with no direction,
Dreaming of consecration to the pure

The nightmares raged on the misconception of impurities
While the thoughts of crime of a sickened mind
Prevail to the bitter, bitter end of time

Copyright 1990, Jose Antonio Gonzalez
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