Candiria — Vacant

I'll break it down right in front of you I will tell you my story From birth, a bastards point of view Occult bloodline flowing through my family Was I rejected sperm and my mother your flesh cup in the line of fire The product of your drunken pig lust You're the burden that you eat I'll push you off the highest mountain to penetrate your palace of hypocrisy The master of the breeding field has spilled his shame on me Hopeless The vacant son What was two, is down to one Turned your front and back to remove the spine Molded bread filled with poison Calloused hands Tempers boiling How dare you Lie down unfaithful intruder Where did this come from Your grip will devour Your wolves Your sacred lamb Hypocrite Worm I will rise strong Your lies inconsistent I will rise strong Inconsistent Heathen Drunkard Half of man Lost dog You killed me You killed us Broken, broken Tears for nothing Tears for you This made me strong Where were you All is forgiven by me stranger When you died, did you eat your cancer You left so soon Give me closure