Knee Deep

His landscape
has been scorned with death.
Once a city, now laid to ash. 
decaying father
has left his [bad word] son
with addcitions by his side. 
Chased away, 
consumed from his fixations, 
this man's life went down in flames.
Chased away what he's created.

His hunger grows. 
There is
no end 
to this 
life of fixations.

Dear father,
I'll be waiting
I saved you a seat in [bad word] 

There is no 
end to 
this life 
of fixations.

Dear father,
I'll be waiting
I saved you a seat in [bad word] 

He will remain 
a walking corpse 
his legs will move forward.
For his addictions 
itch at his throat 
only to crave 
more of 
the blood 
he seeks.

For this man only thirsts for blood 
the blood of his child.
For this man only thirsts for blood 
the blood of his child.
For this man only thirsts for blood 
the blood of his child.
For this man only thirsts for the blood 
the blood of his child.

He stands 
knee deep 
in the blood of his [bad word] son.

Only his addictions 
stand by his side.
Only his addictions 
stand by his side.

When buried, his tomb will breathe, 
his hands will rise from his shallow grave 
begging only for sleep.

Dear father,
I'll be waiting
I saved you a seat in [bad word] 

Dear father,
I'll be waiting
I saved you a seat in [bad word] 
HE STANDS KNEE DEEP
in the blood of his [bad word] son. 

HE STANDS KNEE DEEP
in the blood of his [bad word] son.