Besedila: Walls Of Jericho. Why Father.

you were there when I cried - I screamed
It would not be forgotten
A slave to the poison that dragged us down
We must suffer for your fucking incapabilities
And she could not see you destroy her
I can't even grasp the pictures that
you implanted in my mind
Must overcome and impale you with
the epitomes of your actions
We loved so much
Now I won't let myself hate you less
Now you're dead
You haven't suffered enough
I wish I could have been the one
who crushed your heart
With my despaired hand letting
your unruly blood flow
And your burned flesh lie collapsed
Are you proud?