The Abused

She's been beaten-down
You can see the scars, on her back
What kind of fucking man, would treat her like that
She's been beaten-down
You can see the fear in her eyes
There's no light, no life there
Like, "Hiroshima," her everyday life is like an atomic bomb
Melting down all her good emotions, till she's left with none


What kind of man would do that
That kind of man, needs to fucking die
Wait, not a man
Some kind of beast
Takes out his rage on such a precious thing
I'd really like to meet that fucker, put him in his place
6 feet under
There's no more need for his ass, in this place


You see her walkind down the street, she flinches as you walk by
He has her so terrified, you couldn't even say, "Hi,"
Walks hunched-over
Shoulders drooping to the ground
She needs to leave him
So she can begin to heal
When he's no longer around
Her hearts so full of rage
But the sadness has it muted
That's about the only emotion she feels now
Because of the abuse, she's accustomed to

Eyes sewn shut
She no longer, sees the beauty
Mouth closed
She no longer has a song in her heart
To sing, melodius poetry

What kind of man would do that
That kind of man, needs to
Meet his demise