On Your Behalf

In single file with hair all combed
Perfect manners and perfect homes
Hand raised high something to say
Same thing discussed yesterday
Oh washed away
Little girl does what daddy says
Behind closed doors we can only guess
Troubled child knows not what she says
These dreadful lives must be punished
Oh washed away
Oh washed away
Oh washed away
Yeah
Little secrets and broken homes
You reseed and you seethe alone
When alarms break alarming worlds
You’ll be in chains just to spike the pain
You’ll be in chains just to spike the pain
And the only question is who will break first?
There comes a point where we don’t believe in ourselves any longer
We are in need of a reassessment
Aint no time like the present
There is a fly on the wall
Not as in dreams but crawling as it peels of its skin
Whispering in an unexpected ear
Instigating a state of paralysis
Some fear it and break free
Some lose connection
Some with purpose
Some never leave
Evil thoughts are washed away!