Kill The Son

"Kill The Son"
2014

I need to kill the son my mother raised
if I am looking to survive
'Cause you can't be as nice as I'm known to be
And still hope to stay alive
For kindness morphs into a weaker trait
If you're quick to up the dose
And the knives are quick to penetrate your heart
If you allow the wielders close
For most people are liars.
Selfish, ungrateful liars.
Who pick their spots and feign concern
In the hopes of lowered guards
But that's when they stick it in and break it off
To leave you bleeding, picking shards.
And as the fragments pierce your better parts
You've been fucked and left confused
And discarded like some disgusting thing
From which the owner's not amused
But who cares, right?
Everyone is the martyr in their own stories.
A victim of an injustice so grand,
That the gods should take notice
And pull us down off our chosen cross
and heal the stigmata wounds we wear
Like proud tattoos, or hearts we've sown on sleeves
To prove to everyone that we care.
Yet people say that we shouldn't change
And just stay true to who we are
But friend, my blood trail can be followed
To here from anywhere afar
Because the blades protruding from my hopes and dreams
Are getting harder to conceal
And I feel the stabs so deep inside
I'm starting to wonder if they're real
For how can I feel alive and well
If my heart's begun to die
And there's no one here to claim the corpse
Or even give a reason why
So forgive me if my anger's justified
And bubbling up to scorch the surface
Because I suffered this for years
And never questioned if it was worth it
But now I know the answer's no
So I'll say fuck you to those who disagree
And think I'm throwing blankets on the crowd
Just to hide the flaws in me
While they ignore the painful facts
That I have known so well
That I could regurgitate them all
And point out each syllable that fell
But friend, my point in all of this is simple.
Despite the situation being complex.
See, I've grown tired of being righteous
I think in truth, I must stop overlooking sin
So shut your mouth, and clear a path
Give me a little room,
To let this overdue self-destruction,
Finally begin.
Start the countdown, if you please...