Emporium

Salt In The Wound

The love I have for you slowly withering and wilting

The chances I give you, falling like dead petals in the wind

You swagger proudly astonished at your false power, control and might

You derive pleasure from our pleas and cries

Your twisted fulfilment is nothing more than a cowards lullaby

You will never put your past to sleep

You will never reclaim our future that's six foot deep

For every scar that heals there are ten that bleed

You lick your lips, it's time to feed

The walls wince at the sounds
The floor stained in tears
Senseless beating
A shattered childhood never to be found

We were never your property
We were never your pets
Are we not your children
Or did you give birth to us to drown your regrets

Corruption, neglect, manipulation, defect, segregation, never forget
The subjugation, humiliation, and senseless abuse
The fear you installed in us for wanting to choose

A better life
Free from strife
Free from the your parenting
That feels like a knife

Does your hard past make it right?
Does that justification help you sleep at night?

What about my pain? What about my light? That you nearly extinguished

Forget about it and keep acting like everything's alright

Keep pouring salt in our wounds

One day I will forever be out of sight