Desolate
Sixteen leaving home
Off to face the world alone
He was neglected
Son of a crackhead
No chance
He was affected
Father left when he was young
All he left was his disgarded spoil
Within his eyes there's only hatred
Within his eyes theres's only desperation
Within his eyes there's only hatred
Within his eyes
Behind the facade
This will never change
He was always destined to fail
What a world we live in
Within his eyes there's only hatred
Within his eyes theres's only desperation
Within his eyes there's only hatred
This will never change
Until his dying day
What has he become?
He is his father's son
bound by blood
Volatile, a time bomb
Always the quite ones
Now he screams
Bring this to an end
No fucking way foward
Bring this to an end
A fucking waste of life
Bring this to an end before it's out of hand
He has never had a sanctory
Never had a home
God help his heart
God help his soul
It's gone too far, what does his future hold? He lost control
He lost it all
God help his heart
So it became
How it began
So little faith
So little chance and he remains so cold
How far does the apple fall from the tree? See in his eyes, he will never change
He was affected
He is infected
Off to face the world alone
He was neglected
Son of a crackhead
No chance
He was affected
Father left when he was young
All he left was his disgarded spoil
Within his eyes there's only hatred
Within his eyes theres's only desperation
Within his eyes there's only hatred
Within his eyes
Behind the facade
This will never change
He was always destined to fail
What a world we live in
Within his eyes there's only hatred
Within his eyes theres's only desperation
Within his eyes there's only hatred
This will never change
Until his dying day
What has he become?
He is his father's son
bound by blood
Volatile, a time bomb
Always the quite ones
Now he screams
Bring this to an end
No fucking way foward
Bring this to an end
A fucking waste of life
Bring this to an end before it's out of hand
He has never had a sanctory
Never had a home
God help his heart
God help his soul
It's gone too far, what does his future hold? He lost control
He lost it all
God help his heart
So it became
How it began
So little faith
So little chance and he remains so cold
How far does the apple fall from the tree? See in his eyes, he will never change
He was affected
He is infected
Credits
Writer(s): Tym Blanchard
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