A broken man who people never crossed Once raised a son and kept a troubled wife. He bore a temper that was often lost That cost him more than scarred domestic strife.
The day was reaching towards a winding close, The man and wife were in the house alone; When blinding waves of hatred in him rose And breath inside her lungs descent to stone.
He grabbed and pulled and wound her weathered hair, She clawed the hands in which her life was clenched As rattled breath cut through the stifled air. With ease he tied the auburn noose and wrenched.
Her skin turned blue and nose began to bleed, Her eyes as red as rubies in the light. Her mouth agape with foam the final plead The man let go and stared at her in spite.
His hands once strong now trembled at the wrist As anger fled and truth came into view. When sadness, guilt and steel entwine they twist Themselves along his throat and perish too.
A door unlocked and home returned the son To see his parents swallowed by decay. The putrid mess of what the man had done Infects the air of where the bodies lay. The putrid mess of what the man had done Infects the air of where the bodies lay.
Embittered by death of all he had.
The day was reaching towards a winding close, The man and wife were in the house alone; When blinding waves of hatred in him rose And breath inside her lungs descent to stone.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
