-Legacy-
This Blood is rotten, Infested with remorse, "I'm Not Listening!"
The thunderous screams are drowning in the sounds of stagnant death.
I'm wishing, "Oh I'm FUCKING WISHING" down at the bottom of the well.
This taste so twisted around my tongue, barbed wire fire flung.
How much? how much? HOW FUCKING MUCH?
Learn!? We learn to forget.
Have you ever seen a movie without it moving forward? Just sloshing side to side?
I'm not tired! I'm not sick! I'm the emotional tempest of 23 year's gone right.
Proclaimed as the son of youth, I am our truth!
My father envy has corrupted me, my mother malice embraces me, sweetly sung to sleep at night, swung in the failing arms of this "Palace" known as the "(CENSORED) Dream".
"please..." I'm whispering, "Please" my sisters say, "Please!" my brothers scream, "Please!?" our world is seething!
Pump, pump, Pump; pouring out the rage of a millennia kept in.
We're all gonna die, so just try to twirl your baton and when we fall, lay down and cry.
Hopeless?! Hope? Hoping for hopeless hope???
Holy?!
We are told to dry the lining of the soul, shatter its flakes to be ground, make our moral stew for our children so they can slurp and fill up on disease ridden, immoral, ignorance!
This Blood is rotten, Infested with remorse "I'm Not Listening!"
This Blood is rotten, Infested with remorse, "I'm Not Listening!"
The thunderous screams are drowning in the sounds of stagnant death.
I'm wishing, "Oh I'm FUCKING WISHING" down at the bottom of the well.
This taste so twisted around my tongue, barbed wire fire flung.
How much? how much? HOW FUCKING MUCH?
Learn!? We learn to forget.
Have you ever seen a movie without it moving forward? Just sloshing side to side?
I'm not tired! I'm not sick! I'm the emotional tempest of 23 year's gone right.
Proclaimed as the son of youth, I am our truth!
My father envy has corrupted me, my mother malice embraces me, sweetly sung to sleep at night, swung in the failing arms of this "Palace" known as the "(CENSORED) Dream".
"please..." I'm whispering, "Please" my sisters say, "Please!" my brothers scream, "Please!?" our world is seething!
Pump, pump, Pump; pouring out the rage of a millennia kept in.
We're all gonna die, so just try to twirl your baton and when we fall, lay down and cry.
Hopeless?! Hope? Hoping for hopeless hope???
Holy?!
We are told to dry the lining of the soul, shatter its flakes to be ground, make our moral stew for our children so they can slurp and fill up on disease ridden, immoral, ignorance!
This Blood is rotten, Infested with remorse "I'm Not Listening!"