CHORUS When you lay your head tonight is anybody singing you a lullaby Is anyone saying, ‘it will be all right’, alone in your bed tonight No doubt in this life, we’re living quite a long way from paradise Sometimes it just aint right, alone in your head tonight. Navigator: Experiences in your childhood that seem to stick with you You wish to, wipe from your brain like a stain with a tissue But they infect, you with a scar and effect who you are Like Louise stumbling home after getting wrecked at the bar She’s a single white female, addicted to retail ‘Cause those clothes hold her close when she’s alone feeling she’s failed She’s got friends, a good job and a brand new Fiesta She’s getting ready to buy a flat, she’s a darn good investor But there’s a pain in her heart and she’s desperate for meaning So she drowns the sound in pints till she’s left with no feeling In the morning she awakes to regrets with no healing, It seems there’s no options even death seems appealing There’s a man on the street shouting out “Jesus, He cares” Louise passes by with her Ipod speakers in ears If only her parents weren’t so busy when she was younger They would have known her older cousin took her virginity from her. Chorus Phonetix: This kid never started out bad it was all good 10 years top of the class doing all that he should Loving parents caring for him and treating him well No one ever thought he’d be the type of kid who’d rebel But somehow he fell through and when he hit 16 He’s quit his football team so he can roll with his crew His parents disappointed said they didn’t know him no more And on more than one occasion they kicked him out of their door Now he’s sporting Timb boots, and Avirex track suits Feeling G’d up, he’s just completed the game bullet-proof He’s holding guns now for his crew, planning them armed raids And he can hear his dad shouting like he always does these days, His moms screaming as well, telling him he’s going to hell He can feel his anger rising like the wind in a sail He feels cold as the blood rushes to the top of his head He pulls his gun……….and now his parents are dead. Chorus McGladius: He sits in front of the screen, multiple clicks lead him astray Stumbles upon morbid pages, his conscience loses its way Into an underworld of hidden evil with unknowable depths Innocent smile of a child, that’s defiled and steals breath Choice has left him, something else moves from within Eyes the lamp of the body, and darkness is flooding in Takes a walk in the street to try and clear his head Suddenly there’s a greed, for this dark need, to be fed He sees an open door, she sits playing with her toys Unspeakable malice; the child no longer makes a noise Dead silence. It’s as if he’s waking up from a terrible dream Blood trickles from his fingers he knows this moment is real He didn’t cease the moment. So the moment seized him. Opened himself for just a moment, and evil fenced him in No previous record. No suspicion. No past conviction. A normal man lies awake, facing 100 years of prison