Into The Arms Of Cruelty - World Under Blood

There’s no real way to make the best of the worst

We are sentenced at birth onto a prison we still call the Earth

The pre-adolescent mind records

And stores all that they see, feel, and hear

And the actions of adulthood at best are carried out in fear

A figure of neglect stands above the shape of innocence

Succumbs to insecurities and issues cruel punishment

Unqualified, yet socially identified as symbols of poverty

Entitled to our cognizance

You can burn in hell for knowing what you know

Projections of a bastard, reaping what you sow

Feeding the illusion, a child’s faith erodes

A new soul, a blank face

An innocent expression already erased

A new soul into the arms of cruelty

A blank face into the arms of cruelty

An innocent expression into the arms of cruelty

Already erased

There’s no real way to make the best of the worst

We are sentenced at birth onto a prison we still call the Earth

Why can you ignore the warnings?

And how can you truly welcome the product of yourself

Into the arms of cruelty?

Feeding the illusion that you want them in your custody

The helpless child trusts the arms of cruelty

A new soul into the arms of cruelty

A blank face into the arms of cruelty

An innocent expression into the arms of cruelty

Already erased