Into the darkness he was sent
by parents who were ignorant, hm hm,
tied down to his mother's strings,
unable to be anything, hm hm.
Puzzled by the things he hears,
his questions fall on their deaf ears
And the father thinking work comes first
Ain't got the time to quench a thirst, no no no...
Once he was a child,
a beautiful child, a child of clay,
shaped and molded into what he is today
Tell me, who is to blame, for this child of clay?
Going out into the street at night,
the answers he may meet, hm hm
With sick and twisted minds he shares
the searching questions his heart bears, hm hm.
And from the dregs the answers find
their way into his supple mind
In time the planted seeds will grow
into a twisted vine below, no no no...
So his aimless days begin
to drift into sordid sin, hm hm
And soon his dislike turns to hate,
as the stamp of life seals his fate, hm hm.
And so the night conceals his name,
and the days sleep off his shame
Deprived of love and wrought by fear,
a feeling that the end is near, no no no...