I am the problem child
With the wild eye
Survived by the broken bastard
Beacon of our lives
I break the glass and steal your envy
I am the problem child
I break the seal
Cnd live to steal your living prize
Without a simple secret
Saving face you recognize
There is blood surrounding
Where we should be drowning
Sweet and softly they repeat
It fell too far, I feel the heat
Sweet and softly they repeat
It fell to far, it can't be beat
I am disguised
To recognize and paralyze
Our mind it weaves a web
Cnd won't regress into demise