Lyrics

Dry tears falling loudly Tearing fake hair out Mother's helpless cry One more pathological spunking Stretch ill child's nerves Cut with a psychological torture Wide belt in the trainer's hand For the faults of youth Blue furrows on the back of blitheness Fatherly feast for the pale face For the mouth open with fear Ill hearth at homes Fuelled by drops of pain By the youngest's cry By the call for help