Представляем точный текст композиции "Why The Children'" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Twiztid . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Why The Children'» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Twiztid передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Twiztid - "Why The Children'"
Lyrics to Why The Children' : [Jamie Madrox] Look at my eyes, Im about to dig up my little brothers body at the graveyard Im tripping real hard Hop the fence with a shovel in my hand Walk silently, dont make a sound in the dead land Shadows switched and become demons of hell As I walk alone down the windy trail Looking for the tombstone with his name Hear the cries of a little girl in pain Sitting alone by the grave, she screams and cries But something was wrong with this bitchs eyes She turned around and her eyes were a deep red Blood stains matted her hair to her fucking head Seeing the sight, I almost began to choke I swung the shovel and the girl turned into smoke What was happening, did I lose my mind' Dug up a grave, let her breathe for the first time Back on the move, I gots to find my kid My little brother who died with mortal sin Along the way, I dug up a couple of graves Of some children who died at a young age Why did life deal such a bad hand Like my brother who got killed by a man Man, and I never knew Why I couldnt stop stabbing him when everybody told me to They said that I was a killer and a family disgrace Cursed my name and smacked me in the face Time to right my wrongs and correct my sins Dig up my brother so I can be closer to him Back down the trail of the winding path I hear some voices behind me start to laugh They were the souls of the children Id released From the grave a hole 6 feet deep Down they go to earth with a smiling face No more cries of pain in this evil place Theres my brothers gravesite just ahead Time to dig a hole and wake the dead Scratch the ground to reunite my family ties My little brother, the product of my blood lines Find the box, pull it out, put it in place Open the casket and touch little Joeys face Start to cry but remember what I had did How could I have taken the life of such a little kid' Hold him close and tell him everythings alright Carry his body off into the moonlight Back thru the graveyard, looking for the ones I missed With my brother on my shoulder and hes lifeless Down the streets on the way to my house Bugs and insects keep falling out of his mouth Got to my house and kicked open the door Lay Joeys body on the cold floor Now Im tripping and I dont know what to do Light some candles to brighten up the room Standing over his body with my knife Please God, give Joey back his fucking life I slit his throat, maybe thatll help him breathe Cut off his eyelids, maybe now hell see "Why did you do this to me, Jamie' Why did you do this to me' Why did you do this to me' Why did you do this Jamie' Its your turn to die now! Its your turn to live in a graveyard!" "This is why children shouldnt play with dead things..." [ Why The Children' Lyrics ]
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