Deep within the minds of children
There lies a kindred face
Under twinkling eyes and freckled cheeks
Sinister thoughts silently creep

Some seek refuge in the fiery chills
A few suppress it with desires
Most don't know its even there

But one or two of us do
And we seek to understand it
As we abandon conformity to unmask it

We see not just black and white
Nor just color instead we see shades of dread
Knowing even the young have a hanging date

Only we few realize there is more than senses can perceive
More than simply what one heart can feel
Yet all of it is just as real

Monsters linger in the dark
Their faces, oh their faces
They be not hideous or mean

Somberly they bear the faces of those we hold dear
And though they don't talk, silently they scream
For love for hate and for gods' sake

They seek not refuge, nor indiscriminate armistice
Committing horrors in the day's bright light
It is here that they are exquisite

But its hardly so in the dark
For here they whimper, here they cry
Grieving the scars of their loving wounding mark

The only kindness they'll ever know
Is the open heart of a child with a devious smile
Together they'll play in the shadows sleepily

Frightening isn't it?
How far a child's heart can reach

For you see there are even fewer of us
Who retain our child's eyes

Those who do need not read farther
They alone know who wrote the lyric and keeps the barter

And they need not ask for a name to be given
I laugh at your elderly ignorance

It is I!
With the twinkling eyes and the freckled cheeks
It is I!

Don't watch for you'll be amazed by our hideous feat