Born into depravity
He only knows his father through sexual deviance
Male domination breeds cycles of violence
Channeling desires into primal lust
She can only listen
To what she escapes
His grunting and moaning, incestual f*cking
Rejected as an object of sexual desire
But her brother becomes like him
And treats her like a slave
But the feeling of survivors guilt remains
So she accepts the abuse unconditionally
This is love
This is sacrifice
Developed through a distorted lens
A consequence of rejection
She wanted it to be violent
So he wouldn't feel alone
He would always say "you're so beautiful...
Maybe father just doesn't know what to do with you"
She plays dead in her black dress
His little pornstar in the backyard
They would play every day
Until his hands felt inappropriate
She would whisper apologies for both of them
"I'm so sorry for what father has done"
Over and over
Like a harlot begging for forgiveness while being stoned
Over and over
Like a harlot begging for forgiveness while being stoned