Bred from scum without a spine
Forced to make the most of
The life you left behind
Weakness in the seed I've grown from
Your line is lost
The damage is done
A father would stay
Like a coward you run
We are not, the same
I hate the part of you, that lives in me
(Create a life, then leave, like f*cking game)
I hate the part of you, that lives in me
(I reject, the blood, that's in my veins)
The only thing I ever learned from you
To run, from all i, love
You'll find an open casket
In the grave that you dug
Bury the image of
Your own flesh and blood
Only thing I ever learned from you
To run, from all I, love
You'll find an open casket
In the grave that you dug
Bury the image of
Your own flesh and blood
The bastard son, that you couldn't love