Grandma's a Stranger
now I have come to be the walking enmity.
Assimilate into a culture of post morality, from what I've seen, I hate humanity.
Rot with repulsion. I'll write the world a brand new song.
Look upon your bleak creation,
but is it truly me that's to be the human blasphemy?
I'll set the world on fire and,
in burning light I'll write my first love song and I will feel warmth.
Hide your eyes in heaven, in the lies.
Believe. Relieve. I'll end the world tonight.
Overwhelmed with a deep repulsion for sights
The Stain Remains
It disturbs me to see that you're growing old.
It concerns me to be the one you want to hold.
Too busy running on fuel, thank God you made it through.
Let's spend the times we've missed and turn these days to gold.
Too busy running on fuel, thank God you made it through.
Let's spend the times we've missed and turn these days to gold.
And turn these days to gold.
Lost as father and son.
Bring us back together as one.
Seasons change and so did your son.
Strife with emotions that can't be one.
Too busy running on fuel, thank God you made it through.
Let's spend the times we've missed and turn these days to gold.
Want to hand you a piece, of my delicate heart.
This song is to uplift you and not to tear you apart.
Father's lost in the mountains.
But no mountain I can't see.
But if that mountain should crumble come crumble on top of me.