He listened inventively through the vaguely opened door//
His raw ear, repeating all the equivalent shit, he’s put up with//
Since the age of four, his little dead beat brain, can’t put up with more//
His emotionless zombie eyes, have seen enough gore, but to him//
It’s not over yet, unnecessary banal violence, his parents have inflicted//
From the moment they met, social status they both defected//
On those long frozen nights, the helpless insecure kid was neglected//
From no-one this petrified son was protected, by the time he’s 20//
AIDS this alienated child will be infected, only then will he be released from//
The years of unnecessary hurt and emotion, from then on he’ll look after no.1//


(HOOK): Domestic violence (whispered x5)

His childhood years, was the sentimentally cause for his adolescent tears//
Terrified timid fears, from the age of 7, was his solitary believably excuse//
For sending his malevolence mom and dad to heaven, the unforgettable times//
He struggled with domestic abuse, at school he was the lonely invisible recluse//
Sooner or later he was heading for blowing a hidden fuse, when the time came//
He sought no compassion from a loving son, instead he inhumanly butchered//
His alcoholic, prostitutionalised mom, this kind of sick repulsive acts//
He found unbelievably fun, his dad, who was no forlorn stranger from compulsive drinking//
He never quite knew what his whacked, inebriated brain was thinking, every day//
His compassionate feelings were slowly sinking, but his impassive heart//
Would never say, until one miserable day, he found out he was too late//
When his deluded son, stuck a jagged samurai sword, in his prostate//

(HOOK)