The House On Wilton Road

Hey there
Hey there
Wannabe savior
Look at the brand new
Mess you made

Reaching up to heaven
But your eyes were tied
By the rhythms of your past
And the weight of your pride

God it's such a tragedy the way you had us living
And I've had enough of dealing with your sacred missions
To bury me belittle me into the sea of PTSD

I'm running out the door again
Just to get some sense of who I am
Two miles out Jawbreaker drowns out
This vacant ache inside my soul
Lighting splits the sky
Into the wind I cry

Neighbor can you save me?
You know my parents
They're incoherent
God only knows I cannot trust them
Is this normal? I feel jaded
I hear the violence from my bedroom
My mother calling my name

Spirits protect me now
What's that noise?
What's that noise?
Fire in the sky
And there's fire in your eyes

So you better stay
Your hand for good
You better leave this place
Dad is that understood?
Does it make you feel
More like a man
To push your wife around?
Maybe you'll understand
Pain when that slugger hits your face
And your face hits the floor
I'm not holding back
I can't take you anymore
You'll feel my vengeance
You're no father to me
Could've killed you in that moment
God it all just felt so biblical

You're the bad fruit I cut from the tree
You're the fucking stain on the family tree