| Dear mother, dear father
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| What is this hell you have put me through?
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| Believer, deceiver
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| Day in, day out, lived my life through you
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| Pushed onto me what’s wrong or right
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| Hidden from this thing that they call life
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| Dear mother, dear father
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| Every thought I’d think you’d disapprove
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| Curator, dictator
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| Always censoring my every move
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| Children are seen but are not heard
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| Tear out everything inspired
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| Innocence, torn from me without your shelter
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| Barred reality, I’m living blindly
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| Dear mother, dear father
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| Time has frozen still, what’s left to be?
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| Hear nothing, say nothing
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| Cannot face the fact I think for me
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| No guarantee it’s life as is
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| But damn you for not giving me my chance
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| Dear mother, dear father
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| You clipped my wings before I learned to fly
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| Unspoiled, unspoken
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| I’ve outgrown that fucking lullaby
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| Same thing I’ve always heard from you
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| Do as I say, not as I do
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| Innocence, torn from me without your shelter
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| Barred reality, I’m living blindly
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| I’m in hell without you
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| Cannot cope without you two
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| Shocked at the world that I see
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| Innocent victim, please rescue me
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| Dear mother, dear father
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| Hidden in your world you’ve made for me
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| I’m seething, I’m bleeding
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| Ripping wounds in me that never heal
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| Undying spite I feel for you
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| Living out this hell you always knew |