The verses were originaly my lyrics competition entry under the title Broken Home but I decided to cut the original verse into two and add a chorus and bridge and came up with this. Enjoy. Unemotionality For many many people life is a chore They live their days in pain til they walk through the door Of their own home, hoping their family is there To greet them with love or even slightly care About why they’ve got two black eyes And why they’re trying so hard not to cry Hoping they ask how come their bag has been ripped to shreds And their clothes are hanging slashed woven threads Why is it that they’ve got a bloody nose? Surely they’ll ask in a warm loving home But no, for many this is not the case Even if the scars are so large they stretch across their face Some people just ignore their own offspring’s pain And carry on the same way they’ve done all day And just drink away til they pass out Later they wake up in a rage and they start to shout Your child is scared, so why is it fair That you can break your child’s mind? The tears in their eyes, can’t you see they’re there? Stop yourselves in time! To hell with this unemotionality (Let your kids be free) Save them from yourselves (Let their childhoods be happy) Let go of all your addictions (Release them from your mind) Make abuse become fiction (Stop yourselves in time!) So instead of giving their child a loving kiss They forcefully hit them with their drunken fists And smash a gin bottle round their own kid’s head And kick them over and over until their child’s dead Putting an end to the kid’s struggle in life A favour maybe but still an inhuman crime Meanwhile the noises can be heard upstairs Where in a room the kid’s little sister is deathly scared She tries not to cry; she’s really trying her best But at the same time she’s praying that she isn’t next Until her dad walks in with a bottle of gin And makes sure there is no next of kin Why should they have a violent dad? Or a boozing mum selling herself There’s nothing but sadness because of you You’ve made their lives worse than hell! To hell with this unemotionality (Let your kids be free) Save them from yourselves (Let their childhoods be happy) Let go of all your addictions (Release them from your mind) Make abuse become fiction (Stop yourselves in time!) Before it’s too late Before it’s too late Never, no, never Never will they suffer because of you No way back from what you’ve done (Stop yourselves from your own rage) No way back from what’s become Of this once happy family This is your causing And it stops now Before you wish you’d be dead too! To hell with this unemotionality (Let your kids be free) Save them from yourselves (Let their childhoods be happy) Let go of all your addictions (Release them from your mind) Make abuse become fiction (Stop yourselves in time!) To hell with this unemotionality (Let your kids be free) Save them from yourselves (Let their childhoods be happy) Let go of all your addictions (Release them from your mind) Make abuse become fiction Stop yourselves in time!
Oh. That's so sad. I've never heard it put like that before. You have a way with words! Its an excellent piece of work!