(THE LOST CHILD)   (B.Lawless/C.Holmes)     These fits of depression are torturing me   The lives that I seen won't breathe again   A sad child of madness, they'll never be   free   Born again to die, the agonies begin     And soldiers keep coming - like warriors   they die   But gangland's alive when mothers cry   Cause hate's blind addictions, a killing   machine   And it burns on the fuel of shattered   lives - lost child, lost child     The seeds of all evil are sown in their   minds   And harvest the sad fields of woe   Cause dead boys are martyrs   That live on forever   But now it's too late for their souls     Standing on sanities too fragile edge   And worship the "Lord of the Flies "   And wade through the slaughter   You've made of thy brother   And drown in his blood then when he   dies     You see in their eyes   They're the lost child   See in their eyes   You see in their eyes   They're the lost child   See in their eyes     Don't turn out the lights   Cause there's demons in the night   And they prey on the fears in us all   They hide inside and wait   And they shun the light of day   The screams in their dreams fill us all     Children of the night   Such a sad tune they rhyme   The bloody boys that sing a wicked song   And for all of them they're just memories   in the wind     Rise and see   It's the dawn of insanity   Keeper of the gates of fire   And the Heretic has said   You don't have to be afraid   Till I - till I come to get ya   And child in time   On the swords edge you ride   And cast a spell of Heresy   And die in vain   Like a wild dog in chains   And no-one can save   Or set you free