Heavy are the branches
Hanging from my [bad word] up family tree
And heavy was my father
stoic man of pride and privacy

And I don't care much for wishful thinking
It's heavy as I breathe
Because I don't believe in second chances
It's heavy as I live

As prideful as a man he was
Pride my father never was of me
I did it for survival
But I look like the [bad word] anyway

You ate up all my bread [bad word] 
Now I'm lost alone inside your cave
Among six billion people
I want the ones who never won and meet

I'm not one for religion
But I can't seem to ditch this cemetery

I don't care much for wishful thinking
It's heavy as I breathe
Because I don't believe in second chances
It's heavy as I live

And I don't care much for wishful thinking
I can't breathe

Heavy are the branches