Sleep - Stabbing Westward

She’s been here so many times

Before she can’t remember

When she last felt anything at all

But this fear and anger

She states intently at the door

Listens for his footsteps

She knows exactly what’s in store

And the knowing makes it worse

Floating high above her bed

Staring at her father’s head

(Makes it worse)

Wishing one of them were dead

So this hell could finally end

Floating high above her bed

Staring at her father’s head

(Makes it worse)

Wishing one of them were dead

So this hell could finally end

When he calls her daddy’s little girl

She doesn’t keep him

When he crushed her

She can’t feel her screams are silent

Hides in the corners of her mind

Where she plays contentedly

She leaves this night more far behind

Escapes inside her dreams

Floating high above her bed

Staring at her father’s head

(Inside her dreams)

Wishing one of them were dead

So this hell could finally end