Terawrizt - Let Us Pray Ft. Jennifer Hurley

Terawrizt - Let Us Pray Ft. Jennifer Hurley is available on itunes @ http://itunes.apple.com/ie/album/silence-is-consent/id563666342 http://www.terawrizt.com/shop dear diary, I'm stranded in this house of reform there's 20 other fella's who are housed in this dorm outside the rain pours and wind howls in a storm and this room is so cold i dunno how to stay warm we only got one blanket and its tattered and thorn we barely ever get fed and getting battereds the norm father murphy says were all bastards, that shuda never been born and if we died today noone wud morne the other day my friend patrick, was given 30 lashes he's still lying over there in his blood covered matress and everybody cries and walk around wit tears in there eyes like rain drops that mirror the skys and though this rooms so crowded i feel so alone i dont wanna be here, i just wanna go home but the bishop thinks its best and my mother agrees 'let the church discipline the little fuckin disease' 'all he every fucking did was cause trouble for me' 'we cud take him missus byrne just for a couple of weeks' the weeks turned to months and months into years i guess my family musta just forgot i was here nobody ever writes and i never get a visit i get a hiding on my birthday and they batter me for christmas and once a month the archbishop, comes for an inspection he says mass and then he gives us a confession he makes us stand in a line and the boy he picks last never makes it back to class and the other priests laugh and they call it our redemption, a punishment from god and as payment for our sins we get to suck the bishop off all these memories that haunt me, and keep me awake i try block them all out, but all i see is the rape and that smug fucking look on there face, as if its our fault that god left us here to die in this place scared and hopeless, coz our parents loathes us so many kids died from tubercilosis polio and scarlet fever, they just dumped them in an unmarked grave and gave a raise to the garden keeper clean the stains up wit carpet cleaner, keep the boatman topped up wit coins just like a parking meter then theres days a kid will disappear with no trace we ask the priest what happened to them but they wont say and theres no heaters in the dorm so on these cold days i cant feel my finger tips for writing on my note page I'll probably suffer with arthritis in my old age dear diary i want to leave but know there's no escape!! dear diary, they say that im a menace to society they locked me up because the devil lives inside of me i pray silently, and move around so quietly like whispers in the night, the holy ghost keeps an eye on me the ligthning frightens me, i hide under my covers from the thunder, the other kids are crying for the mothers but nobody could loves us, were gods unwanted children left to rot inside this haunted building... its like a prison were the prayers we say are never heard, and no one cares its like we all have are own cross to bare, and being scared is just a by-product, and theres no words for what they do to us they leave these monsters in the room with us abusing us local police chiefs, judges and politicians they laugh about it when there finished and just call it business One night I tried to run, I didn't get far I snuck out after dark and made it through the park I seen the Garda car, they started chasing, and caught me My heart was racing when they took me to the Garda station They didn't listen when I told em what they done to me They just laughed, called me a liar, went a rung the priest And when he got there they all took turns to beat on me Called me the scum of the earth and even pee'd on me Then they took me home, said if I ever run again It'd be the last thing that I ever done, and then they Made me stand in front all the boys, took out the leather strap And hit me til Id no skin left on my back I blacked out in a pool of my own urine and blood And left me lying in the dirt and the mud, it was The coldest winter, could barely write this with my broken fingers An empty shell of a man where no emotion lingers They left my soul in tatters and left my bones in splinters My lonely whimpers, were plea's to god he won't consider I prayed he'd take away my pain but he just won't deliver Me from sin, my hail marys in this broken mirror Seem to be just falling on deaf ears with no remorse I feel like taking my life is now my only course Coz I can't take this pain no more it shouldn't be this way there ment to be the men of god he sent to lead our faith It's like they feed on pain, run by an evil state who Conveyuer beltin children into hell were all the demons play So I don't need to pray, send me to pergatory I hopefully some day my diary will tell our story And if no one else is there to mourn me Hopefully my diary will tell this story Now i lay me down to sleep, I pray the lord my soul to keep If i shall die before i wake, I pray the lord my soul to take