In morte, ut in vita, numquam partiemur.
Crevimus ad vocem eiusdem cordis London city, far from pretty, 2-0-0-5, a lady down in Paddington is fighting just to stay alive Rhythmic beeps and bloodstained sheets, our lady weeps, she's tired and frail To set the scene, we must rewind the hands of time for Violet's tale.... Violet was a silent girl grew up with violent starts, her mother was a drinker and her father was a bastard Every night he'd tuck her tight but never left the room, i'll spare you of the things he did...i'm sure her mother knew Violet was a silent girl she moved out at sixteen, a semi-detatched council flat, paid for by a welfare scheme Packing shelves at Tesco, stacking jars like pickled bricks, she met a boy named Stevie and he was a little prick Violet was a silent girl and violet she
fell fast, see Stevie was a wrong'un but he sure knew how to charm her Every night he'd tuck her tight but never left the room, history repeats itself he'd paint her black and blue and ahh.. She never had a chance, the devil comes to dance Violet why are you always so quiet? (Knock knock knock) on her bedroom door and he's irate
He's been drinking and smoking he's up late, and he stands by her bedside...she shakes, but her eyes stay shut "YOU F*CKING SLUT I KNOW YOURE UP!"
and he pinches her eye lids and folds them up... "Violet? why you lying to me Violet?"
She stays silent...things turn violent... That's the sound of his fists when they fall like a crashing pilot. Hit like hailstones, one to the collar bone, full force full blown Blood splat, bone crack, knick knack paddy whack, one to the jaw and a tooth spat detatched Fist connects and disconnects a bone, a quick deflect to mis-direct the blow, but none the less his punches met her throat Such a mess he's left her bruised and broke... "Violet? Why you always so silent violet? why are you such a little liar Violet? do
you think I want to do this Violet?" In character she stays silent.
"Well say something Violet!"
Silence.... "FUCKING SAY SOMETHING VIOLET!"
....silence "wait... say something violet..."
not one word, she stays quiet London City far from pretty two, zero, zero, five. A lady down in paddington is fighting just to stay alive The doctor in a state of shock saw something here so very wrong, see Violet she was pregnant, poor Violet she was nine months gone Turning to the doctor Violet broke her silence and she cried
"If im to die right here tonight please let my baby stay alive!" The doctor soon regained composure, called the surgeon to come in, as Violets world turned to black, the curtains closed, the lights went dim... in London city, far from pretty, two, zero, zero, five. A lady down in Paddington just lost the fight to stay alive A tragedy, or miracle, it happened on these very streets, two twins are lying side by side... a girl named Jenny and a boy named Screech
