King 810

The Trauma Model
[?] A child sits alone and listens to his mother cry About how she wants to die because she cannot provide And her children sleep together because its so cold outside And she don't know that he hears her but she keeps him up all night And his sisters will be mothers like her And his brothers absent fathers like theirs Hell grow up to shoot some men so in turn hell get shot back My bullet wounds start to ache I predict rain And that's pain And that's pain A child laid alone couldn't sleep shed toss and turn Fidgety and finicky like the skin she was in burned And her father had to teach her what a mother only should And it took her further than any college degree could What the boy liked the most was the way she never let it show And since he found her body he just sits out on the coast All alone with the oceans moan skipping stones with her ghostÂ… And that's pain And that's pain And that's pain And that's pain Songtexte Its the motherfuckin' boogeyman I drop to my knees and pray that I can change my ways I've been watching people die since I was a boy My own life don't even matter to me imagine how I feel about yours Growing up just means a game where two kids fight over a weapon and the loser is slain You best be man enough to squeeze the gun right in his heart because his head won't always get it done And that's pain And that's pain And that's pain And that's pain And that's pain And that's pain And that's pain And that's pain Aus Songtexte Mania