Son Of
How would you spell my name
If I said that our names were the same?
Coddled and cultless, piss on the goddess
Who granted us these fleshy frames
And named us such similar names
I'm not the name I chose
I've got a scar that runs deeper than those
Who forgive the forgeries two names afford to me
Under the bus, 18 wheels slash across me
As penance for all my killings
And you're under the bus similarly
Bleeding out and listening to me
You just sit and listen to me
If I said that our names were the same?
Coddled and cultless, piss on the goddess
Who granted us these fleshy frames
And named us such similar names
I'm not the name I chose
I've got a scar that runs deeper than those
Who forgive the forgeries two names afford to me
Under the bus, 18 wheels slash across me
As penance for all my killings
And you're under the bus similarly
Bleeding out and listening to me
You just sit and listen to me
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Writer(s): Sarah E. Dupuis Kornreich
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