Far From The Tree

I follow the way, tread the water-logged pavement
No other light will guide me through this fog
Your flaws appear to be my restriction
Sustain your self-destruction, enjoy the smog
Inhale

Ashamed to feel ashamed, the name's still untainted
Silent dedication channels my pride
Bright intention, does not hide what's overstated:
Enlightening ways of mariticide

Inhale, insult, degrade, consume
Exhale, support, subsist, light up, Illuminate

Obsessed, lingering and seeking attention
Comfort will be obtained, rest now, wise jackal

You can't bend the genes of the old man
Embrace the offer and don't look back
Don't look back

You can't bend the genes of the old man
To find themselves one must first be lost
To find themselves one must first be lost