She can't keep living in a place like this,
her friends don't understand why she's slitting her wrists .
Father, brother, mother's daughter it's all the same,
'cause every single one of them has brought on the pain.
She looks to her step daddy to take it all away,
but every time he comes around, he treats her like his slave.
Legs spread, body oil, talking a little mundane,
sells it all to pedophiles, kiddy porn insane.
Looks to her older brother, says he'll never hurt her.
Why would he not, a chance he got away with murder.
Wants to express herself, she just cant find the words.
God forbid her father cums, stop it Dad, it hurts.
Little Sally, twelve years old, hiding in her closet,
tells herself she's innocent, that's too bad she lost it.
PTSD. Lost her panties, bloody by the faucet.
Deep inside her darkest thoughts thinks she's the one who caused it,
when she's riding up and down she has to paint a smile.
In and out she knows by now, it'll only hurt for a while.
Screaming. Crying. Daddy's smiling. Guessing he's sadistic.
Blood spills on the sheets again, he sits and makes her lick it.
Standing in the shower now, red spirals down the drain.
Feeling like a porcelain doll, can't deal with all the pain.
Pale body, kinda haunting bags under her eyes.
All this hell that shes endured, she only wants to die.
Now her simple little brother's bent over the sink,
his dirty father can't resist because his ass is pink.
Poor Kyle, three years old, ripping at the skin,
overpower baby powder that he'll never win.
Too young to understand the fact that Daddy's wrong.
Baby raping; sodomizing; taste of papas schlong,
talks of medicated hatred, liquor on the rocks.
She fantasizes. Can't describe it. Brain him by the docks.
Now she's twenty, Bloody Baron lives just for the sex.
Dirty doctors, scheming lawyers, same as all the rest.
Hiding in an alleyway, she clenches by her breast.
Cocaine, crack and acid drops; she knows what she likes best.
Stories fairly over now, you know their fates are sealed.
Battered, bloody, broken, bruised, far too much to heal.
Sally's dieing. Kyle's crying, raped while he was sleeping.
Mommy's high, but still she hides and tries to fake her weeping.
There is no justice that'll hurt us, Dad's outside a cell.
Mother had another kid, miscarried in the well.
Mommy knew what daddy did but really didn't care,
she knew if she confronted him he'd yell and pull her hair.
Now she sits inside her room, drippings from the ceiling.
Daughter's grown, the copper's thrown, she lost all of her feelings.
Nightgown tattered, did he hit her dripping on her socks,
looks for Kyle, finds her child bloodied by the rocks.
