The Boy is Dead Songtext

He will die
She doesn't know what he'll become
It's quiet, it's easy
if you don't believe...
and you won't, trust me
Pious servant,
so sure you banished me to here!

Know my tale, my scripture, my war
The boy is dead!

Now you know, now we know
The boy is dead, but his limbs still grow
A man is here, taunted and tested
The simplest of childhoods?
"God plays with his best!"
Life's little pleasures like shuffling in sand
The gift of a soul left youth contraband
This voice of a stranger known better than my own
His bidding and judgement left me overthrown