Death In The Nursery

Man is still a boyking, hiding from the truth

Trying to create a dreams, as if it's something new.

Hiding in the corner, watching for revenge,

Creep up on his brother, his envy now avenged.

Chorus:

Why could he not try to save the world

Why could he not try to save the world

Death in the nursery, death in the nursery,

Death in the nursery.

Choosing all his little toys from stockpiles in the west

Throw them up into the air, discovering his quest

Tantrums in their terror, a scream of silent tears,

Tear his cousin limb from limb, the total of his years.