Once upon a time there stood a house of ill fame
A drug property, associated with violence and crime
There lived a family in despair, sorrow and tragedy
Father was a drinker and a goddamn fiend
A sadistic motherfucker who could not keep his hands off his own kin
His soul was meant for the devil. It was rotten from within
After all these years of sin

Mother was a skeleton whore. Fucked up on heroin, wine and pills, whatever she could score
More... more... more... Her black-circled eyes were simply empty. Her body was bruised and scarred
Oh, life was hard! And if her sick alcoholic husband had a temper, he would beat up his wife
One time he took a knife and stabbed her twice. No! Not deep enough - for she survived!
Once their marriage, an enchantment of love and trust
Hopes and dreams became nightmares of shame, abuse and disgust

Assault! Assault! Domestic violence!
Family battery! Rape!
Violence! Violence... Violence... Violence!
Assault! Assault!
Abuse! Abuse! Domestic violence!
Assault! Assault!

Once upon a time they were blessed with two children
A boy and girl now by the age of twelve and nine
Traumatized and neglected in a household of blood, tears and wine
One night, father became completely insane
The children awoke by a horrible tumult from downstairs
Sounds of screaming, breaking glass and the throwing of chairs
But the children fell asleep again and the girl had a disturbing dream:
A stifling feeling of a hand covering her mouth, a smell of alcohol all around
She doesn't understand and cannot defend herself. When will this suffocating dream end?
Finally! She is able to breathe. But when her bastard father shut the door behind him, she realized: This nightmare was no dream!