A drunken rage
Bursts through the door
A bleeding nose
A pain that no one knows

A storm of fists will fly
And over years of this i'll cry
Waiting for them to eventually die
And they'll be buried under lies

Hide the pain under words
Leave it there and let it burn
Hours of tears on the ground
As I'm beaten day and day around

A storm of fists will fly
And over years of this I'll cry
Waiting for them to eventually die
And they'll be buried under lies

A storm of fists will fly
And over years of this I'll cry
Waiting for them to eventually die
And they'll be buried under lies