The violent bruises on the wall
Makes you feel so at home
And when mommy calls
You tell her daddy's not at home
It came on suddenly
But it felt so naturally
When you violate
The defenseless and the weak ones
CHORUS
And the memories usually fade
But the damage still remains
And it’s still in the recesses of your brain
It never really happened you see
We don’t talk about it in good company
Cause etiquette is the essence
Of everything you remember
But everything is alright
Tomorrow is another night
Close the door and lock the key
Another night of shame and tea
CHORUS
And the memories usually fade
But the damage still remains
And it’s still in the recesses of your brain
