Divad

Mother Jean, Father John I am your kin you made [?] on your face like a [?] Teachers betray my own heart As I curse your name Help me, oh help me Rip this word above my chest Whispered 'please’ to a stone You decay, six below Don't you look down on me Mother Jean, Father John Made me with poison leaves I am your science experiment gone awry I have amounted too little, each breath [?] This is a tribute to your legacy of shame Following footsteps that end and begin the same Don't you look down on me Don’t you look down on me Don't you look down on me