Spite Sprite

With a lack of support I'd be likely to fold

Was it a disconnect, or did you cut the cord

Trophy stains

The flaws that were created

It's not to late, oh

If the path is jaded

Still time to change the motive

It's not to late to change

Never, never, no

Temper it becomes me

Pressure from the very beginning

It's not to late, Oh

It's on, it's not over

The ability to face the issue

It's not to late to change

All the time that is wasted

Second chance, never take it

Bloodline dissipating

Bleed out

To find out the hard way

It's every damn man for himself

No shoulder to lean on

To falling down and crawling from a hole

Blood father my keeper

To my sisters and my brothers I'm a ghost

A half shaded image of a man

And I am broken in my soul