Son of Perdition

1 A horse and buggy clop and clack down the cobblestone street
2 A young lad is working even before the day starts
3 He's mussed and dirty from shoveling slop in the filthy pig stye
4 He hangs his head in a regretful bow of inferiority
5 His wrists are covered up by leather sleeves that to his forearms reach
6 His hair hangs heavy, weighted by the morning dew
7 His world is miles away from the bickering of parliament
8 His countenance is sickly and his skin is pale and spotty
9 The boy wants nothing more than to be at peace within
10 His life's encapsulated in a hut by the creek
11 He wishes he was brighter and he wishes he was stronger
12 From the jaws of emptiness he needs greatly to be saved
13 No song could ever build his will
14 No strength could lift him up
15 No righteous deed could his guilt still
16 No hope could fill his cup
17 He needs a light to lift his sighs
18 He's in need of forgiveness for he has no excuse
19 He's in need of a beast, his burdens to bear
20 He needs a comforter, a keeper, a home
21 He runs from the harvest he surely will reap
22 He runs from the light and heads straight to hell's gate