Scry

I am the bastard son of lies...
I see it all, no need for scry...
Under guise our fathers say...
You'll grow up to be me some day...
NO...

PRE-CHORUS:
I breathe smoke as the rage burns unallowed
The foundations of the earth crumble in my mouth...
You gave me a name, now I cast it away
But the memory of it adorns me like a goddamn stain...
Now I see the world for how it really is,
Empty as the blackest sin...
Is there nothing sacred any more?
You broke a family you fucking whore ...

I KNOW MY MIND
CANNOT BE SAID TO BE ALRIGHT.
NOR CAN FEVERED TEMPERS
SUBSIDE TO PASSIVE OPINION.
SO JUST LIKE THE DEVIL...
I FALL FROM MY FATHER'S GRACE.
JUST LIKE THE DEVIL...
I SPIT IN MY FATHER'S FACE...
(I spit in my father's face...)

Who the fuck are you?
The ghost of a man that I never fuckin' knew...
Unbelievably numb to the pain that you cause...
All the unspoken rules and the boundaries of law...

BROKEN...

PRE-CHORUS:
I breathe smoke as the rage burns unallowed
The foundations of the earth crumble in my mouth...
You gave me a name, now I cast it away
But the memory of it adorns me like a
fucking stain (like a goddamn stain)...
Now I see the world for how it really is,
Empty as the blackest sin...
Is there nothing sacred any more?
You broke a family you fucking whore ...
THERE'S A PLACE THAT'S DEEP INSIDE OF ME
DARKER THAN HELL.
LIKE SOME ANCIENT SHIP BOUND FOR MISERY
IT ACHES AND SWELLS.
IF YOUR MODEL FOR GOD IS EMPTY
WHAT'S LEFT OF YOUR FAITH?
IN A FOREST OF HAPPY MEMORIES
AN ANGRY FIRE TAKES ITS PLACE...
(I spit in my father's face...)
(I fall from my father's grace...)