Saved by reputation of a boyhood
Spent with something missing inside.
Deny this as a reason, a liberation
And the ill effects.
Write it down in a book of lost hopes,
But on this page is me,
Running through setting fire to everything.
Passed on a set of values bastardized
By anger repressed and pushed aside.
Pushed aside a generation.
This demon seed has become a family trait.
Write it down in a book of lost hopes,
But on this page is me,
Running through setting fire to everything.
It has been said before, face the cold
That times your pulse.
North, directionally outright,
Straightforward.
Restitution passing through once more.
Hope your new life is what you wished for.
Victimized with restraint,
Passive is bitter to the taste.
It has been said before, face the cold
That times your pulse.
North, directionally outright,
Straightforward.
Restitution passing through once more.
Hope your new life is what you wished for.
