Vex And Siolence

If the child's slaughtered then found later
Wrapped up in linens after many years
Crawled out from among the uncoiled layers
To take a shallow breath and listen
To what would have been

Would the child answer full of anger
Full of rage at what was spoken
spoken but never shown
With a seething riddle full of unknowns
under the the brutal end
the timid would of known

Deep down inside too dark to see
The sex demands a shot of something
What violent offer could there be?

Here is the end
Here is nothing
Nothing

After breathing in that thickened air
After beating through what wasn't there
Death became the only
answer, but not the cure

The final act became the meaning
No-one cared

[fade out]

Ministry - Vex And Siolence