Artillery

Behind the little boy's eyes name is written in blood
There is not a clue in sight, not a moment of clarity
Grew up to be a man behind the white fence he rules and he stands
Frowning at the happy world outside
But inside his head it's dark
Just remember this
Everyone is a mother's son
Different colour different skin
Scarred for life there is no turning back
He lifts the blade over his head
Watch him intoxicated by his victims fear
He is about to deliver his attack
But inside his head it's dark