"Forgotten Child" genre: Heavy Metal
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	CD: Far From Sanity demo   Label: independant Credits: Music:Far From Sanity, Matt DeGarmo, & Jerrod Wolfe/Lyrics:Christian Edens, Mark Goodnight, & Sean Beach
	Story Behind the Song Anger and frustration at a society that watches crime and trouble kids and then blames society, when the heart of the whole problem is parents not taking care of their kids the way they should. Recorded in one take. Lyrics People like this are a menace to society: If I’m looking at the ceiling Then I’m lying on the ground Attitude is in the air And there’s trouble all around I’m spaced out from the addictions I did Try and help me now – The wasted kid Life in an alley, a gun in my hand Looking for action, get a fix if I can The schools don’t care, and neither do I “Refining young intellects”, what a lie! It’s such a lie Do you believe this lie? Random Violence World full of sorrow and a sickness all around, Oh, tell me why I can’t get this out of my head “Society is to blame” Fall onto the ground with a gun in my hand Can’t feel the pain I guess I’m better off dead Crime is rising Got a gun in my hand and a pocket full of sorrow, The pain in my eyes, maybe I’ll fill you full of lead And your excuses are lame Hunger for violence and a need to feel the rush, Can’t feed the part of me that needs to be fed The bullets hits my head, that’s when I’m dead Instinct to kill, crazy voice in my head Heart full of anger, fist made of steel Bottled aggression, packed full of will So take a drink of my will Random Violence World full of sorrow and a sickness all around, Oh, tell me why I can’t get this out of my head “Society is to blame” Fall onto the ground with a gun in my hand Can’t feel the pain I guess I’m better off dead But if crime is still rising Got a gun in my hand and a pocket full of sorrow, The pain in my eyes, maybe I’ll fill you full of lead Then your solutions are lame Hunger for violence and a need to feel the rush, Can’t feed the part of me that needs to be fed You spare the rod, you spoil the child No guidance for the young is the youth’s denial A foolish child is a curse to his mother A rebellious son brings shame to his father We’re maintaining the unhappy distinction Of leading the rate at which we kill each other I’m your problem I’m your constant fear I’m the death of a public That doesn’t even care So take your last breath “Hear no evil” But don’t look the other way “See no evil” You deny the fact of death “Hear no evil” That survival kills today “See no evil” And as we continue to fall deeper and deeper into decay, the torch of liberty is sinking beneath the quicksand of satanically planned decadence And we’re still sinking Can you tell me who can stop us from sinking? Rebellious as hell, “Rebel without a clue” Of what’s killing me, deep inside of you Cloaked in darkness, longing to feel alive Dangerous to live, even to survive You call this living? How can we go on living like this? A destroyer’s companion World full of sorrow and a sickness all around, Oh, tell me why I can’t get this out of my head Is a heart in need of a Saviour Fall onto the ground with a gun in my hand Can’t feel the pain I guess I’m better off dead You can choose life and not death Got a gun in my hand and a pocket full of sorrow, The pain in my eyes, maybe I’ll fill you full of lead And now His blood is upon me Hunger for violence and a need to feel the rush, Can’t feed the part of me that needs to be fed

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