He watches from the shadows tonight
Waiting for me to fall asleep
To let me guard down and slip away
So he can get me
So he can kill me through my nightmares
Through my worst and deepest fears
His eyes bleed red and he breathes alcohol breath
Tainted hands that strum a guitar
Which is out of tune like his so-called soul
Snake skin withered into human flesh
He's a mad-man stuck in a husband's body
I hate him
As I'm caught in his deadly stare again
I fight against sleep tonight as I hear them
Always argueing together
Afraid that there's nowhere to hide
Afraid to let go because there's nowhere to run
Imagination figments made up of fear
Afraid that he'll hit me again
They seem too real now
When they leave you with scars
That bleed painful memories of childhood
His voice sounds just like
The breath on the back of your neck
And his embraces feel like
The fingers pulling your hair back
His touch cold as ice and numb
Still leaves behind the marks
That were there in childhood memories
That were tainted in faded memories
That were there when he used to call me
Sweet little angel
Dear Daughter Theresa.