Don't Need Your Help
Atonement
It beckons, a wounded foal
It cries for the mother
No comfort; the wind blows
It feels like shards of glass
Chewing on the end
Accepting the path and the blood that flows
A man can not atone for the sin of the father
Tight chest short of breath it grows and grows and grows
Drown in the dark, struggle in the chill
Smothering myself until my guts start to spill
What the fuck can I do
Chained to the bottom of the lake
Lungs full of water they ache and ache
Pain in my chest
As fucked as it may seem don't hold me culpable for the deepest darkest deeds
Pain in my chеst need to decompress
I accept thе sin of the father
No hate held in my heart
And I condemn the progenitor
Tear out the fucking tongue
Tend your own flock the starving wolf knocks
Tearing away the fabric of what I know has blinded me
Hacking and slashing to the bone I relish in misery
Killing the progenitor to stunt the father's sins
Amid a bed of death I witness the vultures closing in
Blood soaked redemption
It beckons, a wounded foal
It cries for the mother
No comfort; the wind blows
It feels like shards of glass
Chewing on the end
Accepting the path and the blood that flows
A man can not atone for the sin of the father
Tight chest short of breath it grows and grows and grows
Drown in the dark, struggle in the chill
Smothering myself until my guts start to spill
Don't want your fucking thoughts
Don't need your help
While you keep looking down on us we do it by ourselves
Don't want your fucking thoughts
Don't need your help
While you keep looking down on us we do it by ourselves
Don't need your help, don't need your help, don't need your help
Don't need your help, don't need your help, don't need your help
It beckons, a wounded foal
It cries for the mother
No comfort; the wind blows
It feels like shards of glass
Chewing on the end
Accepting the path and the blood that flows
A man can not atone for the sin of the father
Tight chest short of breath it grows and grows and grows
Drown in the dark, struggle in the chill
Smothering myself until my guts start to spill
What the fuck can I do
Chained to the bottom of the lake
Lungs full of water they ache and ache
Pain in my chest
As fucked as it may seem don't hold me culpable for the deepest darkest deeds
Pain in my chеst need to decompress
I accept thе sin of the father
No hate held in my heart
And I condemn the progenitor
Tear out the fucking tongue
Tend your own flock the starving wolf knocks
Tearing away the fabric of what I know has blinded me
Hacking and slashing to the bone I relish in misery
Killing the progenitor to stunt the father's sins
Amid a bed of death I witness the vultures closing in
Blood soaked redemption
It beckons, a wounded foal
It cries for the mother
No comfort; the wind blows
It feels like shards of glass
Chewing on the end
Accepting the path and the blood that flows
A man can not atone for the sin of the father
Tight chest short of breath it grows and grows and grows
Drown in the dark, struggle in the chill
Smothering myself until my guts start to spill
Don't want your fucking thoughts
Don't need your help
While you keep looking down on us we do it by ourselves
Don't want your fucking thoughts
Don't need your help
While you keep looking down on us we do it by ourselves
Don't need your help, don't need your help, don't need your help
Don't need your help, don't need your help, don't need your help
Credits
Writer(s): Blaythe Steuer, Duncan Newey
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