I can't believe my Father's shame

still lingers in my skin.

Hold your breath, hold your breath.

How could this ever been foreseen?

It's time to bring it to its end.

Another nail in your fuckin' casket.

Another nail in your fuckin' casket.

A momentary cleansing.

As I attempt to wipe the slate clean.

This played out different in my mind.

I wanted to preserve.

I hope you realize the few that have been left behind hold the key to unlocking the truth.

One in the ground and two on the Earth,

the mutiny is coming for your head.

I'm so quick I'm so quick to spit treachery.

Once again the tides of changed.

Oh the atrocities.

Breaking constraints while keeping my morals.

Oh the atrocities.

For I am a better man than my father ever was.

Regaining my purpose through the fathoms.

Burn the olive branch.

No peace remains.

Malnourished from all the bullshit that you force fed me.

So it's either me or them,

and it sure as Hell won't be me.

So bite the fucking curb!

Fuck!

Grave mistakes have been made.

You find it hard to stay afloat with a guilt in your lungs.

You find it hard to quench your thirst in the cesspools you tread in.

I can't say I wish you well, but I wish the very best for myself.