We stand alone on the edge, we build our homes.
We stand alone.
Nothing can change what we built on blame.
Let us never question what we owe.
We breathe once, we breath twice, we let go.
Our diet's fallacy, we eat the seeds we sow.
Trust me, pale green eyes, we were born to lie.
Your mother can't save you, she birthed you in blame,
The sins of your father, your chore for the day.
And it's cold where you sleep when the distance can drag you away.
Daughter, your bastard brother wears your shoes.
Mother, your slutty daughter's just like you.
Father, you have sinned.
Brother, where do I begin?
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