Get out from the prison; you keep creating, inside your head.
Take your hands, from that bottle, i'llbe damned if i'll see you dead.
Do you hear snakes hissing in both ears?
Tasting how close you are to the edge.
This obsession leads to self-destruction
Swallow your guilt, when you swallow your life.
Lead me to a better place
Where i can, numb this... pain.
You led me to believe that your hope had deserted you.
You should've seen those signs, our efforts would not sway you.
Too obsessed to self-destruct.
Father
Did you need that poison?
Well i guess you did.
Do you think that the dead can speak, can thay answer how to heal wounds
In sorrow we digest all these feelings with your loss
I smite at the cross.
Lead me to a better place
Where i can, numb this... pain.
Alone.
You left a discarded son, washed out in despair
With each inch the rope did pass
We laid you down to rest
With eyes fixed in darkness
We succumb to madness
I followed the ritual you played out before us
Like father like son, i lost my way, got caught up within....
Destructive rituals
Destructive rituals.
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