You've been a terrible friend, a father figure pretend, you always said that you'd lead by example

Forever written in blood, for generations untouched, a bitter feud of family and fable

You were out of line, running out of time, but you hear them, not like they do

Call me out on my own, all they need is a throne, to satisfy the would-be noble

Maternal consequence, a child born of this, and you said, "Well, what can we do?"

Clandestine cover-up, hidden under the rug, Father Truman forged a funeral

It was never about a means to an end, you always said that you needed a friend of a friend

But where'd they go? They hid you in the dark, you've been a weapon right from the start

This is my vendetta to you

This is my vendetta

You sold me out, now we're here, it's never been very clear, you've never been the greatest example

A writhing snake in the grass, sudden emphatic clash, left a seat at the house, so vacant

A born identity, a crown of thorns for me

Stretched across my skin, my anxiety

This is my vendetta to you

This is my vendetta

You're no saint, just a martyr of hate and hubris

Persona Non Grata, your political engine's falling apart around you

All around you

Blood on the walls of all our sons and daughters

Written in dirt a thousand years before us

This is not a fight that either side can win

All because they're fighting for the same men

Blood on the walls of all our sons and daughters

Written in dirt a thousand years before us

This is not a fight that either side can win

All because they're fighting for the same men

Blood on the walls of all our sons and daughters

Written in dirt a thousand years before us

This is not a fight that either side can win

All because they're fighting for the same men

Blood on the walls of all our sons and daughters

Written in dirt a thousand years before us

This is not a fight that either side can win

All because they're fighting for the same men