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