Words and Music by Nick Chargin, Arranged by BlissNinnies
Copyright 2000 BlissNinnies Music All Rights Reserved
the father and the son
a convoluted web was spun.
Built with space as per design
and bound between dividing lines.
Fragile home, fragile life.
A passing patriarcal knife
teaching what a man should be.
The boy will grow and no one will see.
the thoughts of a child
gets dismissed as imaginative play.
Toy soldier pointing that plastic trigger at you.
just his innocense,
it means he just pretends
Ignore all the evidense,
he couldn't comprehend
what will it take to see ?
He's just a consequence,
he's just what you make him to be
just like all the other boys.
Making weapons out of toys
Except he's 23 years old
and resolution fills his soul.
His father's sleeping right next door.
He slowly creeps across the floor,
points the cap gun to his chest
and sends his daddy to his rest.