Passed down and gone to waste
Get yours first, that’s how you were raised
You brought us here and that’s all we’ve seen
And you wonder from where this attitude came
Heroes turn to villains in this novel
And the pieces fall right into place
It’s the generational grasp on reality
Looking dead in the face
A nightmare so vivid we’ve grown numb to it
First time I’ve had my head up was to put a fucking gun to it
I’ve been digging and it’s all thanks to you
Finally some family time in a grave for two
You’re like wolves who never stopped playing sheep
We ain’t the fucking same but we’re both neck deep
The end will be loud, we don’t deserve to die in our sleep

Faceless models, blind critics
Stale expression, cold embrace

My father’s son, the damage done
Eternal return
Shit smeared descendancy
Set the example, just fucking quit
You taught us right, now it’s our turn
Hand in hand we’ll jump and burn
It’s about time we’d finish what you started
Eat fucking shit

What’s the meaning of responsibility to you?
‘Cause I might be misinterpreting
You were the ones we should be looking up to
At first it was confusing, but now it’s just irritating
How you think you won’t sink just the same
Down the fucking drain with our trust
To look at us must be like a mirror reflection
And I really hope it fucking hurts
Disgust is what I feel
For everything you are and everything you do
But now I’m hellbent on putting a bullet to this world’s head
So I guess I’ve grown up to be just like you
Just when you thought you could set this house on fire
And walk away into the mist
We’ll bring it down on you too and you’ll burn real soon
So who’s the real arsonist?

You lead by example
But for a change it’s too late
From your love you never gave a sample
Instead it’s full blown hate

My father’s son, the damage done
Eternal return
Shit smeared descendancy
Set the example, just fucking quit
You taught us right, now it’s our turn
Hand in hand we’ll jump and burn
It’s about time we’d finish what you started
Eat fucking shit

Homeschooled disaster
Graduated in tragedy
Self loathing, self harm, self destruction
Death is our most valuable degree
Frustrated generation
Raising one trick ponies
Hammer and nail experts
Coffins never looked this cozy

This is unconditional love
You should just accept it
Was I a good boy? Was I?
Is this what you wished for?
Is this it?