Broken Family

Broken family
The whole thing way too handsy
When he was hands on, she was hands free
Was years before she ran free
Abominable
There's nothing honourable
When you've locked up a woman at home
Torture past what's tolerable

These things happen
So much and they've been ignored
She's there screaming and banging the door
While he's there standing calling her whore
When all his rage comes from inside
All the scenarios in his mind
The worst thing he could think
of's her cheating so he'd rather watch her die
And take her life
Cos that's really what it's come to
He keeps her in the basement
so when someone looks in the front room
They see a peaceful family home
But they don't know what it's come to
He was fine for the first few months
Didn't know what he'd succumb to

So tell me, tell me
Tell me why did they blame it on her
Said it was her choice and she could've left
But you don't know how he'd turn
Cos there was fear of repercussions
Fear of her being hurt
Mentally and physically
There were blood stains on her shirt
So when she walked into work that day
Her colleagues asked what happened
And she had to lie about it
Said it was part of the fashion
She knew they should've probed some more
but didn't want them to
Cos she didn't want to tell the story
Of him and her abuse

Broken family
The whole thing way too handsy
When he was hands on, she was hands free
Was years before she ran free
Abominable
There's nothing honourable
When you've locked up a woman at home
Torture past what's tolerable

It got to a point
She didn't know it was wrong
It had been going on for so long
that all the hints of her past were gone
It was Stockholm Syndrome, clear as day
Where the captor's joy is all she craves
But the captor's joy is rare these days
So she's in fear and chronic pain
From all the stress
She remembers how he'd press her
into taking off her dress
Her complaining suppressed
And when she'd start complaining less
That's when he'd come up with a smile
Cos he knew he'd won his battle
that he'd been fighting for a while

And that's the thing
They care about the power
They couldn't fight a man
so they do things just like a coward
And pick on smaller women
so they're feeling in control
And don't take her as a whole
Cos they just see her as a hole
And it's that fear, that rooted fear
That plagues them in their mind
Their fear of pending cuckholdry
From their girlfriend or wife
More time it doesn't happen
They're just thinking paranoid
So their victims don't know what's going on
And they don't have a voice

It's hard enough to escape
Even when there's punishment
and constant threat of rape
And even if they do
the boyfriend won't stay down for long
I just can't portray the terror in a fucking song
So what d'you mean 'bout moving on?
You can't just take back all the trauma
When you can barely breathe
just like your head's under the water
Truly trapped inside an endless loop
Of high alert and torture
And took away her life
when she'd still only lived a quarter

Early twenties, you know she was a kid
not long ago
Turning 21 she didn't know
she'd not have long to go
Until she met the man who beat her up
and dismantled her home
And caused her to take her life
In her own demolished home

Broken family
The whole thing way too handsy
When he was hands on, she was hands free
Was years before she ran free
Abominable
There's nothing honourable
When you've locked up a woman at home
Torture past what's tolerable