Knee Deep
His landscape has been scorned with death
Once a city now laid to ash
A decaying father has left his bastard son with addictions by his side
Chased away, consumed from his fixations, this man's life went down in flames
Chased away what he's created, his hunger grows
There is no end to this life of fixations
Dear father, I'll be waiting, saved you a seat in hell
There is no end to this life of fixations
Dear father, been waiting, saved you a seat in hell
He will remain a walking corpse
His legs will move forward
Addictions itch at his throat, but only to crave more of the blood he seeks
This man only thirsts for blood, the blood of his child
This man only thirsts for blood, the blood of his child
This man only thirsts for blood, the blood of his child
This man only thirsts for the blood, the blood of his child
He stands knee deep in the blood of his bastard son
His life with addictions stay by his side
His life with addictions stay by his side
When buried, his tomb will breathe
His hands will rise from his shallow grave begging only for sleep
Dear father, I'll be waiting, saved you a seat in hell
Dear father, I'll be waiting, saved you a seat in hell
He stands knee deep in the blood of his bastard son
He stands knee deep in the blood of his bastard son
Once a city now laid to ash
A decaying father has left his bastard son with addictions by his side
Chased away, consumed from his fixations, this man's life went down in flames
Chased away what he's created, his hunger grows
There is no end to this life of fixations
Dear father, I'll be waiting, saved you a seat in hell
There is no end to this life of fixations
Dear father, been waiting, saved you a seat in hell
He will remain a walking corpse
His legs will move forward
Addictions itch at his throat, but only to crave more of the blood he seeks
This man only thirsts for blood, the blood of his child
This man only thirsts for blood, the blood of his child
This man only thirsts for blood, the blood of his child
This man only thirsts for the blood, the blood of his child
He stands knee deep in the blood of his bastard son
His life with addictions stay by his side
His life with addictions stay by his side
When buried, his tomb will breathe
His hands will rise from his shallow grave begging only for sleep
Dear father, I'll be waiting, saved you a seat in hell
Dear father, I'll be waiting, saved you a seat in hell
He stands knee deep in the blood of his bastard son
He stands knee deep in the blood of his bastard son
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Davy, Alan Daniel Glassman, Nick Schendzielos, Anthony Sannicandro, Jon Rice
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