Thrown out on the streets, one rainy day
Loneliness is now your friend
Joined by the whiskey bottle in your hand,
"Trust" - You thought you found it

Your heart is pounding blood fast through your veins,
As you shot the last one in
Drugs may tranquilize the way you feel
"Love" - You thought you found it

And there you were,
Screaming with blood on your hands
Is to die what you prefer?
All messed up from their demands

Locked up, beaten black and blue, you're being used
All they said was they "Would help"
Endure this physical abuse and sexmolest!
Hate is what you found there

And there you were,
Screaming with blood on your hands
Is to die what you prefer?
All messed up from their demands

You put and end,
To this horrifying act
With your bare hands you did bend,
Necks were broken skulls were cracked