Tears of the crippled Eyes of the dead Finding the fear tripled Lays his mind to final bed And the rest of you Find a death of your own Drop all credit due The terror already full blown Looks to the child Flickering smiles Terror not mild Can smell the piles Looks up in fear Hoping for death Cannot he hear His soon final breath Leering face in dark Looks to the sky Eternally in mind a mark Soon to sleep and die Hoping still for the rest His mind among the rusty wrecks Tried to make himself the best Yet still is only Rated X