VICTIM

Every time you raise you're hand i fall on bended knees i must deserve it yet again tell me does it give you release.

I can understand that if you have had a bad day it must be down to me a quick slap a hard kick make it quick

maybe its the way i look that makes you're blood boil to fat to thin you're torments i hear .My god please hear my toil.

Every time you pull me near i can feel my skin start to crawl it must be me and not you Ive heard this all before.

Please god take me away from the blood stained walls and let my poor soul rest.