There\'s a mother
and a father
and their new-born son;
and the beast in his heart awakes.
There\'s a birthday
and a mother,
but the father never showed;
and the beast in his heart grows fierce.
There\'s a flask
and it\'s empty.
Now Mama\'s been a-sleepin\';
and the beast in his heart growls deep.
There\'s a test
and an F.
He\'s sure he\'ll never pass;
and the beast in his heart can\'t heal.
There\'s Melatonin
and some Molly
but he\'s never going to sleep;
and the beast in his heart needs a pill.
There\'s a liquid
in a needle
that he bought off the street;
and the beast in his heart wants to feel.
Then there\'s hope
and withdrawals
that leave him shaking in the night;
and the beast in his heart craves more.
There\'s a thought,
there\'s a plan
that he came up with in his head;
and the beast in his heart strives to kill.
There\'s a mom
and a son
with a gun in between them
and the beast in his heart seeks revenge.
There\'s a bang
of the gun
and her screams echo loud;
and the beast in his heart feels guilt.
There\'s a gun,
and a blade,
a repentance to be made;
and the beast in his heart grows weak.
So there\'s a blade
to his wrist
and a gun to his head;
and the beast in his heart wants death.
Blood drips
off the blade,
and the gun drops to the ground;
and the beast in his heart falls still.