Truth Be Told

sympathic, sadistic, and a social outcast, rabid, blood thirsty, with a lack of passion this is the type of man who drove this inspiration my hateful dedication For with the eyes of death and the heart of war you killed my philosophy "let innocents be worth more." Father you are dead to me more than my mind knows your body may live but your bloody past shows for you stole the only thing I had my soul, you might as well have killed me, let me burn in hell For my body lies unclean thanks to your nasty hands your heartless voice giving your own daughter such commands for years people asked me when I spoke of you why did he do hit you No, father I'd go back in time I'd gladly let you kill me abuse me, brake me and use me but instead you stole the thing that makes a child just that you stole my innocents with no way to get it back You say you did NOTHING that it NEVER happened but when I look at you your eyes are always laughing at the little girl you broke down and might as well slaughter but to imagen IT was ME, your own daughter