Wife Beater - The Plot in You

this house was trashed, fists were red with the blood of his children

her water breaks, damned a new life into theirs

these months have blown away, your impulse shakes these walls to shame

their hands reach out to you and leave the same

she’s lost respect for you, you died the day your son was born

there’s nothing left for you, there’s nothing left for you to do you’re just a nightmare, you’re just a ghost,

you’ll wish you never had this life before

Now your sons have turned away, the oldest takes your place

Father — «I don’t know what you expect from me anymore,

I have made mistakes but that’s not me anymore»

His fists get tighter, your days grow shorter

Son — «You raise your hand again, you just might lose it.

I am not playing around father.

You better pray before you touch her, I will tear you apart.»

the nights it’s darkest, the children hidden in their rooms

this is your chance, to make her scream again

he smells the plot in you, he knows you’ve waited to long

the time has come for you to get what you want