Endless Cycle

The bias of the father runs on through the son
And leaves him bothered and bewildered
The drugs in his veins only cause him to spit
At the face staring back in the mirror
How can he tell a good act from the bad
He cant even remember his name
How can he do what needs to be done
When hes a follower not a leader
The sickness of the mother runs on through the girl
Leaving her small and helpless
Liquor files through her brain with the force of a gun
Leaving her running in circles
How can she tell a good act from the bad
When shes flat on her back in her room
How can she do what needs to be done
When shes a coward and a bleeder
The man if he marries will batter his child
And have endless excuses
The woman sadly will do much the same
Thinking that its right and its proper
Better than their mommy or their daddy did
Better than the childhood they suffered
The truth is theyre happier when theyre in pain
In fact, thats why they got married