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Violence
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Beaten Dogs
The scars always to remind
Yesterdays they were unkind
Broken bones, rivers of tears
Brutal moments, nights of fears
Souls were scratched, echoing screams
Puppets torn apart at seems
Time went by, learned to ignore
Still the painÂ’s entering sore
Dropped of our bikes, fell down stairs
Never felt save on our lairs
Minds veilt – intoxication
Lead kin to devastation
Beaten dogs, school of hard knocks
“I hate you” on my doormat
Stained family portrait
Like kicked dogs with bleeding nose
Each eve when violence rose
All our fault, never did right
Now the last scar turned to white
Let the hand enter our face
May our smile burn like a blaze
DonÂ’t touch what youÂ’ve hurt before
Run, get hitten by the door
Beg for mercy – you had none
On broken feet, you canÂ’t run
Fuck you! You abused the weak
Take our fist, instead our cheek
Beaten dogs, school of hard knocks
“I hate you” on my doormat
Stained family portrait
Beaten dogs they broke the chain
Now itÂ’s us, playing with pain
No more panic in the nights
The puppy’s grown – now it bites
Touch me againÂ…I kill YOU!
The scars always to remind
Yesterdays they were unkind
Broken bones, rivers of tears
Brutal moments, nights of fears
Souls were scratched, echoing screams
Puppets torn apart at seems
Time went by, learned to ignore
Still the painÂ’s entering sore
Dropped of our bikes, fell down stairs
Never felt save on our lairs
Minds veilt – intoxication
Lead kin to devastation
Beaten dogs, school of hard knocks
“I hate you” on my doormat
Stained family portrait
Like kicked dogs with bleeding nose
Each eve when violence rose
All our fault, never did right
Now the last scar turned to white
Let the hand enter our face
May our smile burn like a blaze
DonÂ’t touch what youÂ’ve hurt before
Run, get hitten by the door
Beg for mercy – you had none
On broken feet, you canÂ’t run
Fuck you! You abused the weak
Take our fist, instead our cheek
Beaten dogs, school of hard knocks
“I hate you” on my doormat
Stained family portrait
Beaten dogs they broke the chain
Now itÂ’s us, playing with pain
No more panic in the nights
The puppy’s grown – now it bites
Touch me againÂ…I kill YOU!
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