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The school bell rings and he can only feel fear
Time to go home, it's the same path
As yesterday, the one that leads him to panic
He doesn't understand anything and yet he remains static
When he meets the demon up close again
He looks him in the face and closes, behind the door
A tense silence is next, the air is dense
In his report card again there are no failing grades, no
He doesn't go out, doesn't cry, doesn't ask for anything
He just wants to be taken away from his drama
Away from his mom, from the blows she delivers
On his head, cornered in a corner
Alone, waiting for it to stop before he dies
He pushes him hard against the damn fridge
His head bleeds and falls to the ground senseless
It hasn't been the blows that hurt the most
In the depths of his pupils, the flame of evil
Shines with the strength and rage of a hurricane
Tomorrow he will only think about burning the whole world
Hatred as a way to escape, will be his serum

[Chorus]
In every sick person, in every murderer, there is a child and there is a trauma
Someone once hit his body, entered his bed
Fragments of a drama grow inside and make cuts
Children victims of the world, maybe you don't care

If that's the case, maybe tomorrow you'll remember these words
Evil will come back like a boomerang to your sheets
If you harm a child, you're harming innocence
Martyrs with hatred in their eyes, interference

A beautiful girl, silky blonde hair
Crystal clear eyes, turquoise like the Danube
Her mom dresses her in colorful dresses
She has picked a bouquet of flowers
House with a garden and central heating
Private school for special care
A beautiful life is reflected in her expression
Her parents go out today, they have ballroom dances
That nice boy takes care of her
A studious, responsible young man, so kind
But when the door closes, everything turns around
The good boy turns out to be a thirsty soul
For perversion, sick, he masturbates on the couch
He makes her watch pornography on TV
He films her naked and forces her to do whatever he wants
He rapes her and drives her crazy for her whole life
The little one cries inconsolably, no one listens
He puts on her pajamas, tucks her in, then showers
When her parents arrive, they will never know
That their girl has been touched by Satan

[Chorus]
In every sick person, in every murderer, there is a child and there is a trauma
Someone once hit his body, entered his bed
Fragments of a drama grow inside and make cuts
Children victims of the world, maybe you don't care

If that's the case, maybe tomorrow you'll remember these words
Evil will come back like a boomerang to your sheets
If you harm a child, you're harming innocence
Martyrs with hatred in their eyes, interference

Six in the morning, a child gets out of bed
A little bread and milk, he has breakfast
He's seven years old but already knows well
The price of life and who collects it
And in the factory practically without light or rest
Fifteen hours sewing boots, because he goes barefoot
Vests from expensive brands, truck after truck
Towards a place he once dreamed of and then saw on TV
His extensive family lives in a room
Five by four, dad bathes in alcohol
Mom on the street, pays bills with her body
He inhales glue to escape his tough life
Out there everything is violence, a spiral of misery
He has no gifts for Christmas, doesn't go to the fair
Nor to school, he's chained to the system
Children in the 21st century illiterate
Crowded in ghettos with no opportunity
They enter the circle of vice to escape
Join the gang, to live steal, kill
You know everything can be bought with money

[Chorus]
In every sick person, in every murderer, there is a child and there is a trauma
Someone once hit his body, entered his bed
Fragments of a drama grow inside and make cuts
Children victims of the world, maybe you don't care

If that's the case, maybe tomorrow you'll remember these words
Evil will come back like a boomerang to your sheets
If you harm a child, you're harming innocence
Martyrs with hatred in their eyes, interference

Yeah; for every murderer; for every alcoholic; for every drug addict; for every withdrawn person; for every abuser, there is a corrupted childhood; there is a trauma, and there is another abuser behind. It's the reality of a spiral of violence. They are just children. You know?