Candiria Vacant

I’ll break it down right in front of you
I will tell you my story
From birth, a bastard’s point of view
Occultic bloodline flowing through my family
Was I rejected sperm (and) my mother your flesh cup in the line of fire
The product of your drunken pig lust, you’re the burden that you eat
I’ll push you off the highest mountain to penetrate your palace of hypocrisy
The master of the breeding field has spilled his shame on me
Hopeless; the vacant son, what was two, is down to one
Turned your front and back to remove the spine

Molded bread filled with poison
Callused hands – tempers boiling, how dare you

Lie down, unfaithful, intrude
Where did this come from, your grip will devour
Your wolves, your sacred lamb, hypocrite, worm

I will rise strong, your lies inconsistent
I will rise strong, inconsistent
Heathen! drunkard! half of man!
Lost dog! you killed me! you killed us!
Broken! broken!

Tears for nothing, tears for you
This made me strong, where were you
All is forgiven by me stranger
When you died, did you eat your cancer
You left so soon, give me closure