wake up, wake up
enthusiam is hard to come by these days
stand up, breathe in
ignore the knife in your spine
the next door neighbor with a smile and a shot gun
the child worn down by a sadistic hand
there's something inside of me that beats for the better
broken promises litter the room
bloodstains envelope what used to be called a home
i'm only scared of one thing in life
to follow in foot steps of a man i hardly ever knew
FATHERS, should all be looked down on with the harshest of eyes
because there's no such thing as a real man
there hasnt been for a while now
the gut wrenching feeling creeps
as my walls explode with anger
why must we always question
when we were only constucted to serve
always seeking truth even when its sickeningly bad
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