When the lights go out and darkness falls
My anxiety begins to rise
When the demon creeps into your flesh and crawls
Into my souls demise

When the makeup fades what bruises can not hide
I fall into a trap
When the urge to release the pain you hold inside
There was salvation in that strap

When I hear the baby cry out in pain for appease
The door is always closed
You hold a sickness that is never pleased
My weakness is exposed

When the whispers of your secrets pass me by
My fears forever remain
When the tears I am forced to cry
Keep unheard screams in vain

When the waking pain is far less than my dreams
Where you reign in terror
When the truth is never what it seems
For the father of lies you are the bearer

When the smell of cheap cigars can’t mask
The smell of scotch and water
I keep the secrets of a man who would ask
To bare the sins visited on his daughter