A Subtle Induction lyrics

Song information

Artist: Dark Angel
Album: Time Does Not Heal

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 inside 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

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 this deathrace

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?

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?

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?