Buried In Thorns

She fell back from his fist for the final time
Slowly slipping out of consciousness
How could a picture-perfect family from the outside
Be so broken?
He made his children watch as their innocence was ripped apart
The angels wept overhead as the demons took hold of his head
He's not the saint he always pretended to be; the devil lives inside a broken man

She's never gonna sleep again
And the scars you left are the reason
Battered and bruised, a broken youth
This curse was left unspoken
She's never gonna dream again
Her heart won't beat; it's broken
Tattered and torn, buried in thorns
Her innocence was stolen

Your own daughter deserves a real father
They say love your enemies, but I hate you
Your own daughter deserves a real father
You hit a woman with the same hands that you pray to God
You hit a woman with the same hands that you pray to God

That He has mercy on your
Malevolent, putrid
Vile, corrupted
Perverted mind
You wretched, loathsome
Pathetic excuse for a soul

She's never gonna sleep again
And the scars you left are the reason
Battered and bruised, a broken youth
This curse was left unspoken
She's never gonna dream again
Her heart won't beat; it's broken
Tattered and torn, buried in thorns
Her innocence was stolen

I fell from your fist for the final time
I'm drawing the line
With a clear conscience, I'll break the silence
I will escape the circle
The circle of violence!

I will escape the circle
The circle of violence!

In Christ alone
Save this broken soul
In Christ alone
Give me strength to speak my truth
With atonement, with justice
Bring forth a season of redemption