Escape

She's had enough, it's very clear
She's going to end it now and here
She wears the bruises on her arms
She knows now what her options are
Stay, and hurt, and fade away-
or fight, and live another day
She's made her choice, it's time to shine
And he won't like just what he'll find
When he comes home she won't be there
She's sick and tired of living scared
If living's what you call her life
The brand new bruises every night
But now it's time to leave this hell
Now it's time to think for herself
She's leaving him, for good this time
It will take time, but she'll be fine.

While Supplies Last

gently abused, completely used, and comes with matching scars!
for only $19.99 this marvel could be yours!
took a licking, kept on ticking, not about to stop
it may suprise, but what we have here is not a wristwatch
a heart to end all hearts, you see, a heart that knows no pain
a heart so calloused and so bruised, it no longer feels a thing
this marvel knows no limit, knows no boundaries, and no end
as long as someone's there to hurt it, it continues to defend
new and improved, a whole new look! it really is quite stunning
after all the wear and tear, the bastard just keeps running.

If...

If you could wish, you'd wish for this
You'd give up all you own for this
Your friends, your car, your favorite thing
You'd risk it all for this

If you could speak, you'd scream for this
You'd tear your lungs to bits for this
You'd shout and cry, you'd scream out loud
You'd do it all for this

If you could think, you'd think of this
You'd rack your brains just to know this
You'd pace and ponder, dwell on this
You'd go mad just for this

It's not a riddle, by the book
An introspective hypothetical
A chance to look inside your mind
And find the piece that you've been missing.

Night

A full moon in the sky tonight
The wind is blowing strong,
The gusts, they hiss right through our skin
We pray that we'll see dawn.

The passersby don't even hear
The pain that's in my voice,
Look down on us, eyes full of shame
As if this was our choice.

Ignore the problem, pass right by
Ignore the glaring truth,
You cannot look, for then you'd see
I'm no different from you.

Millions surviving on these streets
And still no hope for me,
How can you help any of us
If you refuse to see?

You turn a deaf ear to our calls
A blind eye to our plight,
If no one sees, if no one helps
How can we win this fight?

The Forgotten

We are the forgotten ones,
Downtrodden and hated sons.
We beg for change so we might eat,
And scrounge for scraps around your feet.
Turn up your nose and rush right by,
As more and more around you die.
The cold is strong, no shelter here,
No way to flee from all our fears.
No comfort, home, or family,
And still you cannot look at me?