Scry

I am the bitch's son of lies

I see it all, no need for scry

Under guise our fathers say

You'll grow up to be me some day

No

I breathe smoke as the rage burns unallowed

The foundations of the earth crumble in my mouth

You gave me a name, now I cast it away

But the memory of it adorns me like a fucking stain

Now I see the world for how it really is

Empty as the blackest sin

Is there nothing sacred any more?

You broke a family you fucking whore

I know my mind

Cannot be said to be alright

Nor can fevered tempers

Subside to passive opinion

So just like the devil

I fall from my father's grace

Just like the devil

I spit in my father's face

(I spit in my father's face)

Who the fuck are you?

The ghost of a man that I never fucking knew

Unbelievably numb to the pain that you cause

All the unspoken rules and the boundaries of law

I breathe smoke as the rage burns unallowed

The foundations of the earth crumble in my mouth

You gave me a name, now I cast it away

But the memory of it adorns me like a fucking stain (like a fucking stain)

Now I see the world for how it really is

Empty as the blackest sin

Is there nothing sacred any more?

You broke a family you fucking whore

There's a place that's deep inside of me

Darker than hell

Like some ancient ship bound for misery

It aches and swells

If your model for god is empty

What's left of your faith?

In a forest of happy memories

An angry fire takes its place

(I spit in my father's face)

(I fall from my father's grace)