deadpie
June 4th, 2010, 10:58 PM
Ever had a man hold you down
And whisper, "You better not give me teeth or make a sound"
When his hands yanking at your hair
And he doesn't let you come up for air
Choke and stroke; maybe cry a bit
Have a knife to your throat
And you never want to sleep in the same bed again
When it shattered like a fucking mirror
The charades of laughter is all you could hear
The moment he put his hands around my neck
And told me I'd make him wet
Slammed against the kitchen floor
When he got inside and screeched that I was his whore
Choking me with the chord of a telephone
I'm slitting my wrists right down to the bone
I could of always counted on my alcoholic parents to protect me
From exactly fucking nothing
Now that i'm fascinating of death and painting the walls red
But with the brains out of your head
I'm finding faith and grace
Right down the flames of rage
And whisper, "You better not give me teeth or make a sound"
When his hands yanking at your hair
And he doesn't let you come up for air
Choke and stroke; maybe cry a bit
Have a knife to your throat
And you never want to sleep in the same bed again
When it shattered like a fucking mirror
The charades of laughter is all you could hear
The moment he put his hands around my neck
And told me I'd make him wet
Slammed against the kitchen floor
When he got inside and screeched that I was his whore
Choking me with the chord of a telephone
I'm slitting my wrists right down to the bone
I could of always counted on my alcoholic parents to protect me
From exactly fucking nothing
Now that i'm fascinating of death and painting the walls red
But with the brains out of your head
I'm finding faith and grace
Right down the flames of rage