I never knew my mom, I was born she was dead She never me. At least that's what my dad said He she was polluted, ignorant, uncivilized And that was roughly the outline of what he into my head I grew up in a house with more rooms than I count No siblings, just strangers always in and out My dad all our neighbors Had they stepped on his prophets be finished 'Cause his is what he was about Ever since his birth, he was a nuisance to I wish he died of mom. Maybe then I'd love family But I'd smile at pops, concealing that feeling of, "I you." Each day he'd wear the same colors, with the same suit And mother would to me when I would close my eyes and sink To the thought of her beautiful voice, and the lullabies sing 'Til I was asleep. Then I'd awake and she'd be gone My life, my soul echoed her songs I guess the grass is always on the other side And intangible structures one leviathan From the 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, wounded by a shock Mamma was a lullaby, Daddy was a pot
His philosophy was to be up, you gotta push down was all I knew 'cause that was all I was around I found the flaws in his methods from the cause in Father Diablo: Only an 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 shade me colorless And categorize me as a baby failing to how far away his mother is Our relationship hovered with strength, even though invisible Hard to quit hearing her poetry. Piercing leak With the notes she hits I float, defying The only mom I is in my imagination. So it goes
One day daddy's gonna die, on the gun he bought
And when day comes I shall return to my mother And walk hand in hand straight to heaven And when the clouds part, I'll tell her that I her And she'll accept an open heart. No question dad was right, and she really was a monster Maybe her silhouette the hell of his own childhood Maybe so insane, no one cared to help But if nothing else on this earth could mend her spirit, I bet my could The volumes of her songs decreased the that I grew Daddy became my 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 see no sign around my neck saying I'm proud to be me I'm not up, the concept of adulthood is dead He left scars on my back when my was read I guess the grass is always greener on the other And intangible experience one leviathan From the Koran to Since when did fall in between Lebanon and Ireland?
Daddy don't think I forgot