Broken, Bones and the will

Capacity to disappear in misery saves

Soaking, pain as a thrill, hate to instill

Compassion's a cage



Forgiving the father

Read the story on my skin

I'll be the martyr

Falling from his grace again



Sunken, sooner or later

We crawl our way back into our favorite hole

Drunken, swallow the savior

And follow him to hang from the highest pole



Forgiving the father

Read the story on my skin

Tell me more about the man I should have been

I'll be the martyr

Falling from his grace again

This is where the end begins