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not often do I bring your ends about myself
i leave that to the hunters and the killers
but I would love to see you suffer so terribly
I must be graceful because no one can catch me
in this act where I pull bone from flesh

its gotten to the point where I can look in the mirror
and only recognize the father I never knew
morphing all the curves and remains
from last nights 40 ounces and 40 proof
the bile and blood staining the toilet
and the forgotten promises to raise my children right

its true i've needed to get away from myself
even taken the 5 a.m. through tokyo
looking for my empty promises
but i'll never throw whats left of myself
away from the ones who loved me the most
the crying child unaware of the scum you were

vocals and money can only go so far
especially when he was of age, the funding became extinct
the love i've seen perish in myself
and the myths ive seen fade with advances in science
will never amount to the disdain i hold for
fathers in this country

without saying a word you could have brought
those dreams of dinosaurs and robots back to my dreams
but without saying a word you destroyed
the small things that your supposed to give in youth

im truthfully quite thankful I dont have all of your traits
the ones where I abandon messes i've made
I can smile and take all your shit or lack there of
because that's what men do
we spill some blood, and we clean the mess
with all the trimmings

but youre one of those pilgrims
pillaging the rightful owners of the land you sold
just like your soul with no regard
to those who depending on your loyalty
but whats that worth, Arthur died years ago
and Excalibur was quickly buried
honor seems more of a threat than a promise in my eyes

the reasons I doubt myself and who I am
all lay blame to knowing people such as yourself
walk this earth
and still sleep soundly at night.