My Father's Son

I am my father’s son, I am my father’s mistakes.
I’m easily undone and I’m no stranger to rage.
I am no stranger to rage.
I built the bars out of bottles, drowned myself just to escape – I am my father’s son, I am my father’s mistakes.
And I’m ashamed of myself, I just want out of this place, this fuc*** hell I created, I can’t seem to escape.
I had to learn for myself, the fastest way to my death, so I could follow his footsteps to my hospital bed.

All my life I have been trying to understand myself, it seems like my own reflection is just somebody else.
It’s taken years to know my father courses through my veins, and though I never knew him, it turns out we’re the same.

I am no stranger to rage.
I am my father’s son, won’t be my father’s mistakes.
I’ve crept through shadows and alleys, found my home on the streets, I’ve felt the cold glare of strangers, as they passed over me.
I never figured I’d turn out to be such a disgrace, but I’m my father’s son, the sum of all his mistakes.
I had to learn for myself, the fastest way to my death, so I could follow his footsteps to my hospital bed.

All my life I have been trying to understand myself – it seems like my own reflection is just somebody else.
It’s taken years to know my father courses through my veins, and though I never knew him it turns out we’re the same.

I am no stranger to rage.
And though I never knew him it turns out we’re the same – I am my father’s son, won’t be my father’s mistakes.
I am my father’s son.