These fits of depressions are torturing me 
 The lives that I seen won't breathe again 
 sad child of madness, they'll never be free 
 Born again to die, the agonies begin 
 And soldiers [bad word]  like warriors they die 
 But gangland's alive when mothers cry 
 Cause hate's blind addictions, a killing machine 
 And it burns on the fuel of shattered lives 
 Lost child, lost child 

 The seeds of all evil are sown in their minds 
 And harvest the sad fields of woe 
 Cause dead boys are martyrs 
 That live on forever 
 But now it's too late for their souls 
 Standing on sanities too fragile edge 
 And worship the Lord Of The Flies 
 And wade through the slaughter 
 You've made of thy brother 
 And drown in his blood then when he dies 
[ Lyrics from: [bad word] [bad word] lyrics/w/wasp/the_heretic.html ]
 You see in their eyes they're the lost child 
 See in their eyes 
 You see in their eyes they're the lost child 
 See in their eyes 

 Don't turn out the lights 
 Cause there's demons in the night 
 And they prey on the fears in us all 
 They hide inside and wait 
 And they shun the light of day 
 The screams in their dreams fill us all 

 Children of the night 
 Such a sad tune they rhyme 
 The bloody boys that sing a wicked song 
 And for all of them they're just memories in the wind 

 Rise and see 
 It's the dawn of insanity 
 Keeper of the gates of fire 
 And the Heretic has said 
 You don't have to be afraid 
 Till I- till [bad word] to get you 
 And child in time 
 On the swords edge you ride 
 And cast a spell of Heresy 
 And die in vain 
 Like a wild dog in chains 
 And no one can save 
 Or set you free