I was raised in the valley, there was shadows and death Got out alive but with scars I can't forget.This kid back in school, subdued and shy.An orphan and a brother and unseen by most eyes.I don't know what it was that made a piece of him die,Took a boy to the forest, slaughtered him with a scythe.Stamped on his face, an impression in the dirt.Do you think the silence makes a good man convert?