h man, i can't believe that you did what they said

you did and to this day i've still gotta say that in

my mind i question it i wish i knew what you had

meant before you went and left me wondering to

just an echo of your voice 'listen...'

now i wait to take my turn to bleed like a kid playing

with a razorblade and wonder if i have the

balls at all or am i gonna be afraid where are

you? what do you think? cuz i'm not sure when

knocking at death's door if i will be [bad word] in

or be left alone outside

i hear the sound of a heart

from the shadow in the dark

waiting for the poison to hit its mark

(listen--my son) i see the darkness

surround the shape on the ground the

killer straight up and a body face

down (firstborn-last one) i hear the

din of the screams, sorrow in streams

the smell of farewell and gasoline

(listen--my son) i see a heart set free

and my legacy hear a voice from a

shadow that is beckoning me

(firstborn-last one)

i guess [bad word] a point when you

think to yourself "this isn't worth it, it

isn't worth it" and now i feel what you felt inside

brother and now i feel what you felt

this isn't worth it, it isn't worth it i

wish it didn't end this way live a life in

 [bad word] through a mortal shell asphyxiating

smell for a crime lifetime imagination

locked in a cell and to the other

firstborn, i see the same scene that

must play over in your mind and now

how much more i'm sure it's [bad word] with

your head just like it's [bad word] up mine.

"listen my son-firstborn last one"

the message you sent out to me-i can't

change what's meant to be