His landscape
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has been scorned with death.
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Once a city, now laid to ash.
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A decaying father
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has left his bastard son
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with addcitions by his side.
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Chased away,
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consumed from his fixations,
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this man's life went down in flames.
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Chased away what he's created.
|
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His hunger grows.
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There is
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no end
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to this
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life of fixations.
|
|
Dear father,
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I'll be waiting
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I saved you a seat in hell.
|
|
There is no
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end to
|
this life
|
of fixations.
|
|
Dear father,
|
I'll be waiting
|
I saved you a seat in hell.
|
|
He will remain
|
a walking corpse
|
his legs will move forward.
|
For his addictions
|
itch at his throat
|
only to crave
|
more of
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the blood
|
he seeks.
|
|
For this man only thirsts for blood
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the blood of his child.
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For this man only thirsts for blood
|
the blood of his child.
|
For this man only thirsts for blood
|
the blood of his child.
|
For this man only thirsts for the blood
|
the blood of his child.
|
|
He stands
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knee deep
|
in the blood of his bastard son.
|
|
Only his addictions
|
stand by his side.
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Only his addictions
|
stand by his side.
|
|
When buried, his tomb will breathe,
|
his hands will rise from his shallow grave
|
begging only for sleep.
|
|
Dear father,
|
I'll be waiting
|
I saved you a seat in hell.
|
|
Dear father,
|
I'll be waiting
|
I saved you a seat in hell.
|
HE STANDS KNEE DEEP
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in the blood of his bastard son.
|
|
HE STANDS KNEE DEEP
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in the blood of his bastard son.
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Knee Deep
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| Job For A Cowboy |
