Life has been a testament
As seen through the eyes of fear.
Same old thing, do what you're told
The "or else" is crystal clear.

Picks herself up off the floor
She tries very hard to stand.
It's tough being a loving wife
Married to an abusive man.

Mixed with his anger is whiskey and gin
He's one sorry sucker, a cruel mother-fucker
His ways reflect the sin.

Now it comes that fateful day
When there is madness abound.
Should have left sometime ago
But she chose to stick around.

A gathering of his rage
Is a gathering of crows.
He beats her down so badly
She dies the damaged rose.

Standing over her with his blood soaked hands
Now justice awaits, aces over eights
The hangman understands.
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The verdict is in
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The gavel bangs down
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Death-row houses him now.
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She visits him alone at night
When the lights are way down low.
He shakes with fear when he sees
That horrible, ghostly glow.

When he tries to close his eyes
She knocks him across the cell.
No escape from the reckoning
Welcome to your living Hell!

He knows there is going to be a switch
Together for eternity, in Hell's fraternity
Where he becomes her bitch.