V1
Calling out to me are the screams of yesterday
I’ve been living in forgotten town
Blocked out that day twenty nine years ago
Mother had been planning for a murder
She made it plain to us
I’m gonna kill him
We’ll live happily ever after
Mother was a trigger, was the bastard child she carried

Chorus
There is, in the background of today
The echoes of yesterday
Hell bent on killing, hell bent on killing
Mother was hell bent on killing

V2
Father will be dead
She said he’s no good
Mentions of her man at 246
But father was always there
Memories of crisps and pop
why do the screams keep falling on me


Chorus
There is, in the background of today
The echoes of yesterday
Hell bent on killing, hell bent on killing
Mother was hell bent on killing

Bridge
On the fourth of the eleventh, twenty nine years ago
Father sat on his chair reading the paper
I was there as mother came in shooting

Chorus
There is, in the background of today
The echoes of yesterday
Hell bent on killing, hell bent on killing
Mother was hell bent on killing

Am I right in thinking that you've written some poetry on this topic previously on BrainMeta? It's very intense and I'm not sure how to respond.

You've got a good memory, yes i have.
you can respond anyway that you want, i am not easily offended