Broken Son Video (MV)

I am my fathers broken son
I look, but I'm damned if I see
Something inside is breaking up
I hold, but I can not get a grip

I'm alone
And I hate it
And how dare you say
That I sound like a replay of a ghost

Now I'm drawing pictures without opening up my mouth
The shapes and colors pour out just like water from a spout
And I'm taking pictures of this view without my memory
This frame's too big to fit me

Now once again I feel this pull
From god, but it could just be the devil
Are we all blind with disease
A cure, the limit we exceed
I cannot catch my breath
With all of this bloodshed

Now I'm drawing pictures without opening up my mouth
The shapes and colors pour out just like water from a spout
And I'm taking pictures of this view without my memory
This frame's too big to fit me

Now I'm drawing pictures without opening up my mouth
The shapes and colors pour out just like water from a spout
And I'm taking pictures of this view without my memory
This frame's too big to fit me