A Gunshot to the Head of Trepidation (Radio edit)

You starve your children on neglect, then feed their bellies with fear. Concussion bat to the brain, witness to a battered mother. Your abuse will end right here, no longer will your family fear! A gunshot to the head of trepidation, my promise if you ever lay a finger. Just look at the scars you make, your terror makes your kids break. A broken home just as you were raised, with fist raised up to your children. Your abuse will end right here, no longer will your family fear! A gunshot to the head of trepidation, my promise if you ever lay a finger. This battle is on all! you've made beautiful now hateful! You wretched life wrecker, abuser, now suffer. Open fire on the desire of the man! Open fire, with strife we'll strike down the hand. If I can't make you see the damage you've made, I'll make you wish you'd never been alive. Open fire, build the pyre... Open fire on the desire of the man! Open fire, with strife we'll strike down the hand. If I can't make you see the damage you've made, I'll make you wish you'd never been alive. Open fire, build the pyre...