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 one day he'll have the strength to take you on 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
