Scry

I am the bitch's son of lies
I see it all, no need for scry
Under guise our fathers say
You'll grow up to be me some day
No

I breathe smoke as the rage burns unallowed
The foundations of the earth crumble in my mouth
You gave me a name, now I cast it away
But the memory of it adorns me like a fucking stain
Now I see the world for how it really is
Empty as the blackest sin
Is there nothing sacred any more?
You broke a family you fucking whore

I know my mind
Cannot be said to be alright
Nor can fevered tempers
Subside to passive opinion
So just like the devil
I fall from my father's grace
Just like the devil
I spit in my father's face
(I spit in my father's face)

Who the fuck are you?
The ghost of a man that I never fucking knew
Unbelievably numb to the pain that you cause
All the unspoken rules and the boundaries of law

I breathe smoke as the rage burns unallowed
The foundations of the earth crumble in my mouth
You gave me a name, now I cast it away
But the memory of it adorns me like a fucking stain (like a fucking stain)
Now I see the world for how it really is
Empty as the blackest sin
Is there nothing sacred any more?
You broke a family you fucking whore

There's a place that's deep inside of me
Darker than hell
Like some ancient ship bound for misery
It aches and swells
If your model for god is empty
What's left of your faith?
In a forest of happy memories
An angry fire takes its place
(I spit in my father's face)
(I fall from my father's grace)