Twiztid: Why the children

Look at my eyes I'm bout to dig up my little brother's body at the graveyard I'm trippin' real hard Hop the fence with a shovel in my hand Walk silently, don't make a sound in the dead land Shadows switched and become demons of hell As I walk alone down the windy trail Lookin' for the tombstone with his name Hear the cries of a little girl in pain Sitting alone by the grave, she screams and cries But something was wrong with this bitch's eyes She turned around and her eyes were a deep red Blood stains matted her hair to her fuckin' head Seein' the sight, I almost began to choke I swung the shovel and the girl turned into smoke What was happening, did I lose my mind? Dug up a grave, let her breathe for the first time Back on the move, I gots to find my kid My little brother who died with mortal sin Along the way, I dug up a couple of graves Of some children who died at a young age Why did life deal such a bad hand Like my brother who got killed by a man Man, and I never knew Why I couldn't stop stabbing him when everybody told me to They said that I was a killer and a family disgrace Cursed my name and smacked me in the face Time to right my wrongs and correct my sins Dig up my brother so I can be closer to him Back down the trail of the winding path I hear some voices behind me start to laugh They were the souls of the children I'd released From the grave a whole 6 feet deep Down they go to earth with a smiling face No more cries of pain in this evil place There's my brother's gravesite just ahead Time to dig a hole and wake the dead Scratch the ground to reunite my family ties My little brother, the product of my blood lines Find the box, pull it out, put it in place Open the casket and touch little Joey's face Start to cry but remember what I had did How could I have taken the life of such a little kid? Hold him close and tell him everything's alright Carry his body off into the moonlight Back thru the graveyard, lookin' for the ones I missed With my brother on my shoulder and he's lifeless Down the streets on the way to my house Bugs and insects keep falling out of his mouth Got to my house and kicked open the door Lay Joey's body on the cold floor Now I'm trippin' and I don't know what to do Light some candles to brighten up the room Standin' over his body with my knife Please God, give Joey back his fuckin' life I slit his throat, maybe that'll help him breathe Cut off his eyelids, maybe now he'll see "Why did you do this to me Jamie? Why did you do this to me? Why did you do this to me? Why did you do this Jamie? It's your turn to die now! It's your turn to live in a graveyard!" "This is why children shouldn't play with dead things..."