| It was 1994
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| A boy about seven years old
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| That’s the last time he was seen
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| And still to this day he’s missing
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| They say that he’s still alive
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| Others believe he died inside
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| Was a wolf in sheep’s skin
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| Who manipulated his way in
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| He always knew to never talk to strangers
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| But it’s different when it’s your neighbor
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| It wasn’t his fault, he did nothing wrong
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| But no one ever looked because the boy was never really gone
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| A man of god who lived behind an icon
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| Lived a life of fraud which made him not a man at all
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| Thought he’d never get caught but I got that solved
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| It was always my problem but never my fault
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| How could anyone’s mind be so fucking sick?
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| How could anyone hurt a little fucking kid?
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| How could anyone do what this monster did?
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| Well payback’s a bitch
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| Years later the boy would come to find himself
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| And share the secret he thought he’d never fucking tell
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| He would get his chance to send the bastard to hell
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| Well he got his chance, the gavel slammed
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| And guilty is the man
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| There the devil stands with bible in hand
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| He can’t look the boy in the eyes
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| He was a fool to think that God was on his side
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| The judge decides his sentence: 300 years to life
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| What saved my life was the lives that I saved
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| Without you or anyone ever knowing
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| I locked up the monster and threw away the key
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| That opened the door and set me free
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| This is how the story goes
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| I’m the only one that knows
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| For a world that’s too blind to see
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| That boy is me
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| Now I can breathe
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| Now I can speak
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| How the tables have turned
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| Now you’ve got time to think
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| About every fucking thing you ever did to me
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| You wanted to pray after every single sin
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| But your prey was just a kid
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| You’re such a fucking pig
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| You’re the reason I hate
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| You’ll never see the light of day
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| You’ll die and rot in that cage
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| And that puts a smile on my face |