remembering when you were whole, then...Torn apart
From abuse...given from those you love,
Gradually eating at you
Saw enough...There's a vision of blood and it's yours
There's a lust...A lust for the taste,
That he'll seek...Soon he'll find...
Devastation. Seen in his eyes, no sense of pride...
No sense of hope, no sense of sight
Have relief. Fight till death, one it's over
He'll be at rest. He'll be at rest. At rest...
He'll be at rest. He'll be at rest. He'll be at rest.
Then torn apart from abuse.
Abuse. Abuse. Abuse. Abuse.