To all who have tasted the darkness and been judged for it.
Verse 1:
So you think you know us,
But you don't know us at all.
Rising up you anoint yourselves,
Judging if and when we will fall.
You want white, for darkness to fade
You keep ignoring all of the gray,
But darkness has consumed us,
Blackened by your pomp charades.
Chorus:
The children of the fall,
We're dying as we call.
"Christ is yours," you say,
"Better change or pay."
The children of the fall,
That fate consumes us all.
You know not our needs,
Or for whom Christ bleeds.
Verse 2:
We walk down broken paths,
Our tears turn to blood,
Each day brings desperation,
We're struggling against the flood.
Razorblades and poetry,
Blackened lips and pain to spare,
You discriminate and alienate,
As if we're ghosts who aren't even there.
Chorus:
The children of the fall,
We're dying as we call.
"Christ is yours," you say,
"Better change or pay."
The children of the fall,
That fate consumes us all.
You know not our needs,
Or for whom Christ bleeds.
Bridge/Breakdown:
Watch us fall (4x)
Verse 3:
So you think you know us,
The freaky children of the fall.
If looks could kill we'd be dead,
Your thoughts imprison us all.
White lace and eyeliner,
You say fishnets are for fools,
"The devil the their god," you say;
Yet, "judge not" is God's rule.
Chorus:
The children of the fall,
We're dying as we call.
"Christ is yours," you say,
"Better change or pay."
The children of the fall,
That fate consumes us all.
You know not our needs,
Or for whom Christ bleeds
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
Lyrics written and copyrighted by Tristan Robert Lange under the music project TragicLife.
Video written, directed, and filmed by Tristan Robert Lange in 2016.
The Children of the Fall music video was originally published on YouTube on April 16, 2016.
TragicLife is the original music and creative project of Tristan Robert Lange.
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Author:
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Offline) - Published: July 25th, 2025 08:47
- Comment from author about the poem: It’s time for some more Freaky Friday Frolics. This is Part 4 in an ongoing series titled The Birth of Tristan Robert Lange. Written in 2009 during a darker chapter in my journey, this piece pulls no punches. It was my anthem of defiance, a raw callout of religious hypocrisy, and a love letter to every outcast left bleeding on the altar of conformity. Dedicated to all who have tasted the darkness and been judged for it. 🖤♰🦇🪞🩸🕯️
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Comments6
A song that's a fierce, unflinching anthem of alienation. It plants the listener smack in the crossroads of judgment and desperation, then hammer home how faith can become both shield and sword. The repeated “children of the fall” hook grounds the song in shared identity; outcasts united by society’s glare. It also somehow brought me back to memories of the children of the corn, perhaps because of the title. Rousing read.
Thanks, my dear friend. So glad the poem/song delivered and that the title reminded you of The Children of the Corn. I cannot remember if I had that in mind when I wrote it, but I've read it/watched and can't help but be reminded of it too. Again, thank you so much. 🩸🕯️🪦🎸
A great poem/song that calls out with each verse making its point. Music always adds to the lyrics a sense of emotion. Very nice Tristan
Thank you, Soren! I am so glad that the poem delivered, my friend. Always appreciated. 🩸🕯️🪦🎸
Most welcome Tristan
Your writings are always powerful in nature but with the music takes it to a different level,really hammering the nail home, loved it
Thanks, my friend. I am humbled, truly. So glad it delivered. I hope you have a great weekend, Tobani! 🩸🕯️🪦🎸
You are very welcome and you too
And now from me - a freaky poem about Popeye, or some similar guy! heehee.
There was the big bloke,
Whose teeth were green when he poke.
His arms would swing when he'd start his ...don't finish that! LOL!
Excellent write Tristan
Thank you, Tony! Much appreciated, my friend🩸🕯️🪦🎸
You're welcome
Nice song.
Thank you, Priya. 🩸🕯️🪦🎸
Very welcome , Robert
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