Sins of Every Father
Love turned cold
Bitterness has crawled into words
Walls built to separate us from who we love most
Sold fantasies to fill empty hearts
Robbed by rich men laughing all the way to the bank
Replicate the passion we felt
(How could you expect us to know?)
Calculate the weight of all your guilt
(Believing all the lies that we're told)
Separate the name from the girl
(Killing off the innocent to save our souls)
Souls once called
But darkness will cut out the parts of us
That were made to be loved from the start
Are we paying for the envy we crave?
Giving up the love of the family we trade
Are you hurting? Hesitating? Holding out for something real?
(It's the best we got)
But tonight my lips are sealed with the perfect lie
(This could be something more)
The sex is entertaining and our mouths are salivating
For the power and the pleasure cause the real could never measure up
(It's the best we got)
(This could be so much more)
And the sins of every father carried down to sons and daughters
Living massive contradictions with these passive works of fiction
I'm so sick of it all
Bitterness has crawled into words
Walls built to separate us from who we love most
Sold fantasies to fill empty hearts
Robbed by rich men laughing all the way to the bank
Replicate the passion we felt
(How could you expect us to know?)
Calculate the weight of all your guilt
(Believing all the lies that we're told)
Separate the name from the girl
(Killing off the innocent to save our souls)
Souls once called
But darkness will cut out the parts of us
That were made to be loved from the start
Are we paying for the envy we crave?
Giving up the love of the family we trade
Are you hurting? Hesitating? Holding out for something real?
(It's the best we got)
But tonight my lips are sealed with the perfect lie
(This could be something more)
The sex is entertaining and our mouths are salivating
For the power and the pleasure cause the real could never measure up
(It's the best we got)
(This could be so much more)
And the sins of every father carried down to sons and daughters
Living massive contradictions with these passive works of fiction
I'm so sick of it all
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