1983

I am my father's son A seed was sown into the fabric of my being For our love to grown and the desire to feed But history repeats and my hubris has weakened So through the cracks my inheritance creeps in I don't want a part in your story I just yearn to be free A passing glance in the mirror Is a hard pill to swallow What I'm left with is vacant & hollow I rode that chariot & flew just like apollo I was alive in that red Monte Carlo & When I close my eyes That fear wells up deep inside Oh my god what have I done? But I am my father's son I am my father's son Every step you take I'll be watching you break A frail broken man & There's no second chance But I believe that blood means nothing when it drawn by your hands Your clenched fists brought pain upon our family We watched her scream We saw your shame I will never be the same A passing glance in the mirror Is a hard pill to swallow What I'm left with is vacant & hollow I rode that chariot Flew just like apollo I was alive in that red Monte Carlo & When I close my eyes That fear wells up inside Oh my god what have I done? But I am my father's son When will I learn? Embodied regret Encapsulated with guilt Finding love, breeding hate And I will fail again A passing glance in the mirror Is a hard pill to swallow What I'm left with is vacant & hollow I rode that chariot & flew just like apollo I was alive in that red Monte Carlo I was blind but now I see And I know our name will die with me Then I'll be free (Then I'll be free)