Crucify the Cradle
Stubborn you are, spread your poison; let it grow, grow, grow.
You teach him that? I oppose ... And now look at us in a row.
His innocent thoughts are pushed aside by the sin of chaos.
But the child simply wants to observe; we wear the pants, we're the boss!
I'll make him perfect with my teachings; You'll make him weak.
You want to teach him fear, I want to teach him to know knowledge is to seek.
Oh my God, he's confused, look what we've done!
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