I never knew my mom, I was born she was dead She never wanted me. At that's what my dad said He said she was polluted, ignorant, And that was roughly the outline of what he beat my head I grew up in a house with rooms than I could count No siblings, just strangers always in and out My dad hated all our Had stepped on his prophets they'd be finished 'Cause getting his is what he was Ever since his birth, he was a to humanity I wish he died instead of mom. then I'd love family But I'd smile at pops, concealing feeling of, "I hate you." Each day he'd wear the same three colors, with the suit And mother come to me when I would close my eyes and sink To the thought of her beautiful voice, and the lullabies she'd 'Til I was sound asleep. Then I'd awake and be gone My whole life, my soul echoed her I guess the grass is always greener on the side And intangible experience one leviathan the Koran to leprechauns Since did America fall in between Lebanon and Ireland?
x 2] Mamma was a lullaby, was a melting pot in my father's eyes, only 'cause it helps him rot Freedom screams through a sky, by a culture shock was a lullaby, Daddy was a melting pot
His philosophy was to be up, you gotta push someone That was all I 'cause that was all I was around I found the flaws in his methods the cause in myself Diablo: Only an uncle to every one else He taught me how to talk without looking in your Gave me a nine to five, me ignore the lullabies A puddle of the dried tears me colorless And categorize me as a baby failing to realize how far his mother is Our relationship hovered with strength, though it's invisible Hard to quit hearing her poetry. Piercing leak With the notes she hits I float, defying The mom I have is in my imagination. So it goes
One day daddy's gonna die, choking on the gun he
And when that day comes I shall return to my And we'll walk hand in hand straight to And when the part, I'll tell her that I love her And accept with an open heart. No question dad was right, and she really was a monster Maybe her silhouette reflects the hell of his own Maybe she's so insane, no one cared to But if nothing else on this earth mend her spirit, I bet my smile could The volumes of her songs decreased the older I grew became my only influence of attitude Now I'm robotically imperialistic, and careless of A trait by my parent's omnipotent ego His the eagle, but his child isn't free You'll see no sign around my neck saying I'm to be me I'm not up, the concept of adulthood is dead He scars on my back when my notebook was read I guess the grass is always on the other side And experience structures one leviathan From the to leprechauns Since when did America in between Lebanon and Ireland?
Daddy think that I forgot