Twisted child

Who could think that child were so twisted
So small and innocent and so malicious
There´s not a whit of kidness in him

*Everything he touch turn to rot and dies
He turn a clear and clean thought
In something evil and perverse
It almost hurt to see his cool eyes
He seem to got not even a piece of conscience
By the consequences*

He bring about the hell you fear to live
And he confuse you anyway
With his angel´s face
Making you think he´s an innocent one
Manipulating your feelings
And using them to his own good

*Chorus

He´s out of reach to be save
His mind is already black
Who would have thought that he was the guilty
Who would have thought that his little soul
Possess so much violence and rage
So much hate cling to his mind

*Chorus