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Daddy put you in a box so many years ago
Tried to protect you by never letting you grow
Slapped your face every time you made a sound
Became the God in his little girl's playground


No clothes to speak of, no clothes to go out
Whipped til you were raw if you ever tried to shout
No time for your training, no time, to be clean
thoughout the years, you suffered, unseen


Mom was too blind to see and too dumb to care
But she took you out, into the cold winter air
The police came round and you were stuck in the news
To avoid the cameras dad stuck his neck in a noose


brought into reality, whether you liked it or not
Guinea pigged out of existance your chances were shot
Batted from one to another, you became a pawn
No wonder you became more and more withdrawn

Did you proove a theory or just blink an eye
3000 page theses were the only reply
It ended when mom took you back to the womb
Quiet and cold just like any old tomb

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metal postcard records Sydney, Australia

Metal Postcard Records is an independent record label based back in Sydney and influenced by the likes of Fast Records / Factory / Postcard / Island / Stiff and Bill Drummund's wonderful Zoo records

We believe in new music from around the world ... not world music !
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