| His landscape has been scorned with death
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| Once a city now laid to ash
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| A decaying father has left his bastard son
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| With addictions by his side
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| Chased away, 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 no end to this life of fixations
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| Dear father, I’ll be waiting, saved you a seat in hell
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| There is no end to this life of fixations
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| Dear father, been waiting, saved you a seat in hell
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| He will remain a walking corpse
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| His legs will move forward
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| Addictions itch at his throat
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| But only to crave more of the blood he seeks
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| This man only thirsts for blood, the blood of his child
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| This man only thirsts for blood, the blood of his child
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| This man only thirsts for blood, the blood of his child
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| This man only thirsts for the blood, the blood of his child
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| He stands knee deep in the blood of his bastard son
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| His life with addictions stay by his side (x2)
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| When buried, his tomb will breathe
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| His hands will rise
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| From his shallow grave
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| Begging only for sleep
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| Dear father, I’ll be waiting, saved you a seat in hell (x2)
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| He stands knee deep in the blood of his bastard son
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| He stands knee deep in the blood of his bastard child |