The sins of the father...
A family portrait hung upon the wall (douse the sleeping 
bodies.)
Unaware, yet marked for death.
Cold, sadistic mother.
Ashes are what she yearns.
Haunting breeze, weighing down, then crawl away, they 
left you to drown.
The depths give up the dead.
Slit open wrists for the martyred, suffer no more.
Revolt. The pain of their lives you couldn't bear,
So put out the fires of their souls.
Release the pyre from the alter of hell.
Alone we fall down.
Silently drown.
Kill this life again
A failed god, living inside of you, condemned.
Murdered inside of you. Time for reprieve.