(Kilfelt)

Misunderstood by all but a few

You hope to overcome the demons chasing you

Tempted to give in and weary from the chase

The conflict in your soul shows in lines on your face

Telling of a tale that only you believe

To others who in pity watch

But soon will rum their hacks and leave

To many there's no hope

Except survive against the cruel World

Disown the cause of all the problems

They're your children soon forgotten

Reminded of the things

That no one likes to think about

By poor, downtrodden people

Living in discarded waste

Go home to barred and shuttered windows

Keep the thieves and beggars out

Tl11pped by fear inside a fortress

Built by your own hands of hate

Nothing for those outside the circle of society

So lock the door and cock the rifle

Sitting, waiting, patiently

Looking for a moving target

In this wind blown no man's land

That once was home to all your children

Who left escaping prison's hars

They now are part of those outside

And hated from behind closed doors

The parents who once loved them

Care not if they see the cause

Won't admit that they are still alive

Life seems hopeless is it just us? (justice)