Born into a world I knew nothing of.
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No concept of pain, I didn't know what it was.
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But I was young, innocent, and so naive,
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and I soon found out how it is.
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Born into a world I knew nothing of.
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No concept of pain, I didn't know what it was.
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I thought I could trust, I thought I could lean
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on this world, but I soon found out what it means...
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...to fall face to the ground.
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Try to get back up, pushed back down.
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Outstretched hand, broken wrist.
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One more name on my blacklist.
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Didn't take me long to learn,
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that if you trust, you get burned.
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Put a name to my pain ..... life.
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Attempt after attempt, can my heart
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ever be free of contempt?
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the scars in this flesh chronicle my life best,
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eternal memories of why I've come to this.
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The thorn in my side, the knife stuck into my spine,
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never again to trust anyone.
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Father, heal your angry son.
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The portrait of hate, I stare myself in the face.
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Mirror haunts, my fist bleeding, broken glass.
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It twists, it writhes. It sinks its teeth into my mind
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bending me against everyone.
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Father, heal your angry son.
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Please, set me free, I'm becoming the epitome
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of what I oppose.
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Father take the pain. Blood of Your
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Only Begotten paid ransom of my suffering.
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To Your cross this albatross I bring.
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Template life led long ago,
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Son of God, cleanse my soul.
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This hardened heart turn to clay.
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Father, heal your angry son.
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Angry Son
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Six Feet Deep |