Born with the mask of a saint, handshake of a king The man all the children would follow Raised to fight for the dream, the finest of things The power hides everything hollow All or nothing at all, despite so much pain and all the destruction that trails him Though the young world is watching, He crushes his family, and weeps as the money lust fails him
(Pre Chorus) The hand that once rocked the cradle Now has just pushed it aside They beg for a moment of favor He'll die for his pride
(Chorus) THE SONS AND THE DAUGHTERS WILL SUFFER THE SINS OF THE FATHERS
He, The spawn of the king, Alone in a cell, Defeated by what has become of him Lost, recounting his life, The chaos of youth, He wasted the years in front of him She is losing her mind, Addiction sublime, Surrounding herself with the dead elite One directionless child, She cries out for home, Unloved and asleep at the devils feet
(Pre-Chorus) The hand that once rocked the cradle Watches it crash and burn All by his hands it crumbles And never returns...
(Chorus) THE SONS AND THE DAUGHTERS WILL SUFFER THE SINS OF THE FATHERS...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
