| Lyrics: | The psychological impact of a film that we all love,
It's negative imagery that preys upon our
young,
*How could we be so blind?*
Now we step incide conceptually a different
view,
And uncover the horror that we're injecting into
*All our children's
minds.*
Born into a peasant monarchy,
A life of inherited luxury.
This newborn Prince with his silver spoon,
His life unfolds and will change soon.
His father, the King, is not ever around,
Never deigning to walk on his own son's
ground.
A tragic young life spent in a broken home,
Looking forward to years of
life alone.
*Chorus*:
Leading the life of hell,
His story, you know it
well.
In death he'd finally be free,
Could this be what it seems to
be?
As this Prince enters his first few years,
A menagerie known as his friends
appears,
*Misfits one and all.*
One, who lives to create turbulence,
Another, who
straddles an androgynous fence,
*And we're not sure where he'll fall.*
Minute is his contact with the outside world,
Unhardened to the likely peril it
holds.
Until one day, with his mother, the Queen,
He's thrust into a ghastly
scene.
Like animals, with weapons they're pursued,
By men with butcherous
attitudes.
His mother, the victem of the "Thrill Of The Chase",
With a bullet, she
loses the deathrace.
*Chorus*
Then his woman is forced into
A
precarious position and looks doomed.
Assaulted and raped by more than one
Members
of a gang that are on the hunt.
Add to this the destructiveness
Of the fire that
rages without rest,
Decimating his neighborhood,
Torching his land where his home
once stood.
Brutal cinematic display, upon our children's minds it preys.
A subtle
induction into horror, with implications we can't ignore.
Malevolence hidden behind doe-eyes,
how many see through its disguise?
Burning itself into the minds it haunts,
Is this really
what we want?
*Chorus |
