Lost Son

Nothing i have ever been shown has made me change my ways
Still scraping the bottom, repeating mistakes

When shit goes wrong i self medicate
When times get tough, i just walk away
The lows are empty, i stay anyways
The colors blur, so i squint through the days

Nothing in the world seems sacred i feel out of place
Words don't change actions. it's to little to late

The ship has sailed, leaving behind the weak
The verdicts past, walk on your hands and knees
If you live like a dog a dog is what you'll be
Roll in shit and scratch until you bleed

Another chorus sung from our fathers lost son
We won't speak of our sins
We follow past footsteps from conception to the death
Where we are born again

We'll die with our secrets, we won't speak of our sins



Credits
Writer(s): Build Airplanes
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