Texty: Fight. Small Deadly Space. Gretna Greene.

A purple bruise
A fractured limb

All covered up with lies

A swollen face
A bloody tongue
This violence denied

Empty now and meaningless
Ridiculed in shame
Until death do us apart
Who should take the blame?

To live a lie
Forgive or die

A stricken look
A lowered head
Reflections, turning back

A trembling hand
A quickened step
The dreaded, next attack

Turning from the holy ghost
Light and spirit fade
Waiting for deliverance
Every thing betrayed

A vacant stare
A beat up faith
The book of truth reviled

A prayer to God
A plea for help
Held ransom with the child

Wide awake and holding tears
Fear that never sleeps
Curled up in the bed at night
The virgin gently weeps

To live a lie
Forgive or die
To live a lie
Forgive or die