Her bloodshot eyes are open wide
When she's walking down the street
her brain is boiling on a ride

Now she's into that beat
Don't feel pleasure, don't feel pain
it really doesn't matter

cause when the truth in her life shook her by surprise
she turned her head away from what's wrong or right


Father to child
he turned her life into a nightmare
Father to child

the man said I did it out of love
But it just made her hate...
Father to child


She's on parole she'll take the chance
to travel back in time

for twisted forms of romance
she's a killer machine
The fallen angel on her mind, memories of degradation

and when the ghost in her brain driving her insane
and use the whip of shame
she feels it over and over again


You've lost your hope for love
and for the Lord above

You've got no one to lean upon
feel his dirty hands
hear his sick demands

the nasty passion from hell
Don't feel pleasure, don't feel pain
it really doesn't matter

cause when the truth in her life shook her by surprise
she turned her head away from what's wrong or right