Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sins of the Father, artist - Being As An Ocean. Album song Being as an Ocean, in the genre Пост-хардкор
Date of issue: 02.07.2015
Record label: InVogue
Song language: English
Sins of the Father |
«You don’t want to go in there», is all the officer said |
His face pale as the dead |
The ride-along saw white grow on his head |
Hand on his clip, cold metal on his hip |
Thinking of wasting, that monster |
Sat so close you could spit |
This is no man, no man could do this |
Heartless |
This is no man |
Gentle grace, met with violence (Met with violence) |
In this dark place, I feel your silence |
Stared at the window on the right |
Winter air and the fear of what was inside, sent shivers down his spine |
That flashing red light |
The young men, found comfort in the stars |
Taking his mind off homicide, walked up the path through the yard |
The door stood ajar |
He stepped, hesitantly, into the dark |
Just then another ran past him, eyes wide, hands clasped to his face |
Shoved him into the wall as the first spray escaped |
The remainder of the vomit planted in the garden |
Pointed to the first door on the right |
That same flashing red light |
No man, no man could do this |
Gentle grace, met with violence (Met with violence) |
In this dark place, I feel your silence |
He gathered his courage, tried not to think of what he was about to see |
Tried to not visualize a child of three |
Running into the first door on the right |
Hoping to stop the fight! |
Red on the walls |
Red on the presents |
Her angelic head, left blood and fragments |
Red on the tree |
Red on her fleece |
He put her down as she tried to flee |
We are all given a chance to be free |
I will be better than my father before me! |
Gentle grace, met with violence (Met with violence) |
In this dark place, I feel your silence |
(I feel it haunting me) |
That little girl was his redeeming grace |
(I feel it haunting me) |
The thing to help him forget the misery |
(I feel it haunting me) |
'Cause he was never shown it |
(I feel it haunting me) |
He spat in its face |
(I feel it haunting me) |
Now this brave young one lays cold |
(I feel it haunting me) |
Planted under a tree |
(I feel it haunting me) |
Given no chance to grow old |
(I feel it haunting me) |