Atonement It beckons, a wounded foal It cries for the mother No comfort; the wind blows
It feels like shards of glass Chewing on the end Accepting the path and the blood that flows
A man can not atone for the sin of the father Tight chest short of breath it grows and grows and grows Drown in the dark, struggle in the chill Smothering myself until my guts start to spill
What the fuck can I do
Chained to the bottom of the lake Lungs full of water they ache and ache Pain in my chest As fucked as it may seem don't hold me culpable for the deepest darkest deeds Pain in my chest need to decompress
I accept the sin of the father No hate held in my heart And I condemn the progenitor Tear out the fucking tongue
Tend your own flock the starving wolf knocks
Tearing away the fabric of what I know has blinded me Hacking and slashing to the bone I relish in misery Killing the progenitor to stunt the father's sins Amid a bed of death I witness the vultures closing in
Blood soaked redemption
Don't want your fucking thoughts Don't need your help While you keep looking down on us we do it by ourselves
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