Second Son of R.

Raised in between doll-shaped smoke

Insects in every corner of our rotten house

I hid in the walls of my room

Tasting clean air through a window crack

In these childhood dreams where imagination was key

I drove the needle through my skin

Weaving a delicate net to embrace me

And hold me to sleep where no one could see

Where no one could hear me breathe

Your empty house won't comfort me

Don't make me pity you in the end

I won't forget the years when disappointment was key

Blood runs thick in the veins of guilt

Drowning your promises made never embrace me

And hold me to sleep where no one could see

Where no one could hear me breathe

Your shallow heart doesn't soothe me

Your false love won't break me

Don't make me pity you in the end

This drunken body I've left behind

And the problems that are no longer mine

I resided under your broken feathers for too long

Scraps of pictures in a box is what remains

Of these childhood dreams

You'll never know the person I've become