The Sacred Deer

I have earned all I own
I deserve each and every one of my accolades
My prowess unchallenged, my image unstained
I do not make mistakes, never
Then who should come along
But a man who can't be strong enough to live
It should've been so simple
My prognosis should be final
No room to ask
Don't look at my hands
My hands are filthy
Don't look at my hands
My hands are bloody
You're asleep at the wheel
You're drunk at the helm
Smile your toothless grin
You led with with your chin
The sun promises me retribution he will feed
So my family will suffer for my deeds
First they fall
Then they refuse to eat
Then their eyes bleed
Then they die, unless you choose



Credits
Writer(s): Inertia
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