Bradley's tiny body glared pale under flourescent lights
Four years old, run over, father forced to identify
His only son, his child, his one and only pride
Driver found not guilty of vehicular homicide
As he left the court, Michael's thoughts burned
Michael's guts churned, Michael's feelings turned
From anguish to animosity
Crippled by despair, justice not served
A trial not worth the lingering hurt
Caused by his enemy
A reporter's interrogative forces a cognitive process
To emerge in Michael's fractured psyche
"Other men might seek revenge," Michael finally comprehends
What he must do to regain his sanity
Distracted, mournful
His infinite pain obliterating all morals
Blank-eyed stare at the funeral director
Discussing payment plans on child size coffins
Tracked down his home
From court records
Tightening the grip on his revolver
Michael breaks and enters
"Please kill me," he mumbles with the gun to his head
"I can't bear the nightmares, please do what's right."
Michael dropped the gun, understanding the curse
The two men, weeping, clutched each other til night
supported by 13 fans who also own “Child Sized Coffins”
Larry Wang 'singing', glorious slams and atmospherics ripped straight out of Aliens result in a should-not-be-missed slab of inhuman fury. poisonremedy
supported by 11 fans who also own “Child Sized Coffins”
if this album is anything, its incredibly well rounded.
choosing to step off the gas a little bit in favor of a notably more polished sound.
I dont dig it as much as psycho, but I'd be a liar if I said this is isn't a radical improvement in quality. MyNameIsRedundant