Texty: Bane. Holding This Moment. Forked Tongue.

What have you done
Look at what you have done
Screaming words of venom
Right in your daughters face
Take the time to show her
That all her thoughts were wrong
Shape her in your image
Just as somebody did to you
And if this is how you do it
When you're right in front of me
I can not imagine what must go down at home
Never got a chance
That kid was doomed right at the gate
I stand and watch you ruin that poor little girl
In the middle of the street
And since I can't put a bullet right in your hateful face
I turn my back and walk away and hope there is a hell
And soon she'll know just how to use words that cripple
That cripple like a gun
What have you done