Rain pelts down all over the city Tearing down its merciless streets... A woman desperate for some answers The empty years and wretched blues... Passed with some recent news But the fear of the unknown still stalks her mind Theres a house way down the road and fates door Its a house not a home Death awaits on its own Theres nothing more... Just a half dead kid and his fathers corpse The boy was tortured here The evidence all makes that clear Mommy kneels n holds him terribly near Every question needs a word for comfort Decembers doors ajar and its the only path The rhythm of the past wont get you very far Decembers doors ajar no light shines in its path Its increasingly harsh and increasingly daft While the door is still ajar Im frightened!! You saved me from my worst nightmare Save me from myself!!!
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