Song Description
Sometimes children are prisoners in their own homes and they have very cruel wardens.
| Song Length |
4:19 |
Genre |
Rock - Alternative, Rock - Hard Rock |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Disturbed, Cruel |
Subject |
Dysfunctional Relations, Anger |
| Similar Artists |
Toad The Wet Sprocket, Nirvana |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
child eyes
i remember how i tried
the smallest things
that never mean a thing
even if i had the size
streaking smoke and fire
in the sky
oh child eyes
it's a pitiful display
whoever said that he would play your game
it's a sinister charade
devour up the pieces of his pain
go outside and play
you got your little prison
running tight
in the middle of the sea
who will know
if he puts up a fight
no one hears the screams of "attica!"
even if they do, they hear it all the time
i don't want to hear you cry
when he becomes a thing that you despise
it's a pitiful charade
devour up the pieces of his brain
oh child eyes
you got your little prison
running tight
in the middle of the sea
who will know
if he puts up a fight
no one hears the screams of "attica!"
even if they do, they hear it all the time